#Chapter 131
Evelyn
Stupid crazy asshole: Are you free tomorrow?
I'm in the middle of studying the profit sheet from last month when my phone chimes.
Evelyn: Depends
I fight back a grin as I put down my phone. Not a second later another text comes.
Stupid crazy asshole: I want to take you out on a date.
Butterflies fly in my stomach and it feels like magic is happening inside of me. When in reality this is how happiness feels like.
Evelyn: Date? I think I might be free for that.
Stupid crazy asshole: Good. I'll pick you up at eight. Wear something red. And you'll be staying the night with me.
Evelyn: Control freak.
Evelyn: Is that your code word for sex?
Stupid crazy asshole: I want you to wear red for me.
Stupid crazy asshole: Depends
I bite my lip at his last text.
