"Explain." I told her, folding my arms and looking at her expectedly. "Why did you call?" She asked me, sitting across from me. Why the fuck was the conversation so jumbled up? "You need to explain." I said, clearing my throat. Why did she have to be so sexy, seated there in her untucked shirt, legs uncrossed and opened just the right amount, arms resting on the arm rest and that goddamn British accent.
"Why did you call me, Alexis?" She asked and I rolled my eyes. "Fucking fine. We have a fucking date with the gynecologist." I told her and I swear I saw her face light up a bit. "That's amazing. Can you text me the details? I want to be there." She said, flashing me her smile.
Fuck the accent fetish I had!!!
