Subject: For background check purposes
Amelia,
It’s Adam Rhys Reeves. Born on August 5. No criminal record. Single. No kids, no ex-wife, no bitter ex-girlfriend who might strangle you in your sleep or wait for you in the parking lot.
Now give me your full name because the next time I say it, I want it to be while you’re shaking underneath me, back arched, mouth open, begging me not to stop.
Waiting,
Adam
From:[email protected]
Subject: OH GOD ALMIGHTY THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING
Adam Rhys Reeves.
Okay, so now I know what name to scream when you finally have your mouth between my legs and your cock deep inside me. And the name to give my best friend in case you do turn out to be a psycho (jury’s still out, but damn, you’re tempting).
Here’s mine: Amelia Moore. Fun fact: My best friend, Rina, calls me AMOR. Because AM (Amelia) and MOR (Moore). Get it? Oh God. *facepalm* You might have just reconsidered meeting me.
Added my number at the bottom. Text me. Call me. Hell, breathe near your phone and I’ll probably answer.
When and where?
See, Adam, I’m done pretending this is just a pen pal thing. I want to see the man who made me ruin three pairs of panties in one week and see how the real thing compares. Ya know, for research purposes.
XOXO,
Amelia
From:[email protected]
Subject: Be there
Amelia,
I’ll call.
You asked for me. Now you’re getting me.
Yours,
Adam
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ADAM
Ikeep on reminding myself that I’m a thirty-eight-year-old grown man on a date and not about to get executed in a guillotine. Maybe this is what happens when you’ve been out of the dating pool for so long and the only women you interact with are your landlady, the kind grocery owner downstairs, and the lady firefighter from across the hallway who only talks to me when she wants someone to watch after her five cats.
After weeks of exchanging emails with Amelia, I finally get to meet her and put a face to the funny, filthy woman. Funny and filthy—the only ways to describe her. Honestly, I don’t even care what she looks like. She has her hooks so deep into me, I haven’t been able to think straight since we decided to go on a date.
Yes, we belong in the same city (what are the odds?), but the chances of us meeting by pure accident are slim to none. After she gave me her name, I didn’t Google her. I wanted to keep the suspense as long as I could. Although, in hindsight, I should have at least tried to learn if she was married. Then again, I don’t think so.
