Chapter Six
Me: Hey, saw that star you sent. Like what you see? >
Giana: That’s all you’ve got?
Me: What are you looking for?
Giana: I don’t know maybe any kind of interest in what I have in my profile?
Me: You mean your hobbies of watching trashy TV, reading trashy books, and ‘clapping cheeks’? I could go pretty deep into that last one.
Giana: Is that a reference to your dick size?
Me: I don’t really go around comparing sizes with others, but I’ve never heard a complaint. And I certainly know how to use it.
Giana: Is that all you want to focus on? Your dick?
Me: If you’re down like your profile says I’d like to focus on my dick in you.
Giana: You are crass. Does this work for you? >
Me: Again, haven’t heard any complaints. I’m on here for one thing, and it’s not a relationship.
Giana: Gee. Here I was hoping to strike up a friendship with my benefits.
Me: Okay, and what would you like to talk about? What trashy TV is your favorite?
Giana: Oh, look at you. Did that hurt to show interest in my life?
Me: No. I think you’ll find I’m a very sweet guy with a lot of interest in those around me. I was going based off your profile, which reads like you’d be willing to star in the next smutty book you read. I’m in a book club by the way. In case you want to talk about that next.
Giana: You’re in a book club? To what, pick up women?
Me: No. Thank you very much. I joined with my brother. We actually enjoy the books.
Giana: And what is your favorite trope?
Me: I’m partial to the mafia, dark romances. A little thrill with my romance. What about you? I’ve noticed you’re good at evading the answering part of my questions.
Giana: I like mafia. The ones with guys who are a little dangerous, willing to toss me around, take control.
Me: See. Something we have in common. Are you new in the area? Maybe you could join book club and then we could go back to your place and try them out.
Giana: Woah there. I don’t just invite random men back to my house. I’m only here for an undetermined amount of time. Just until things settle back at home.
Me: Causing trouble all across the US?
Giana: More like hiding from it.
Me: Trouble that might follow you?
Giana: Aww, concerned for me, big guy?
Me: I’m a cop. I have concern for everyone.
Giana: You don’t need to worry. My trouble is firmly sticking to my hometown.
Me: Good. I’d hate to meet you in cuffs… or maybe not.
Giana: That could be a good time. What is your criteria to meet someone off this app? I’m new to town. I don’t really have a village to make sure I’m safe. Can I be safe with you, officer?
Me: Yes ma’am. I’m as safe as they come.
Giana: We’ll see about that. Talk to you tomorrow, officer. >
Fuck. What is it about the nickname officer that gets me? First, Sophia, now this girl? If I didn’t know any better…
No. Can’t be her. She’d know who I was, and she would have told me last night. Wouldn’t she?