Wrong Number

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning, I wake up and see another text message from Juice.

J: Morning Princess. Hope you have a good day thinking about your cabana boy.

I don't respond. I get up and get ready for my day. Walking into work, I head to my cubicle and Kara walks over. "I know that look. Talk." she says. "He called last night. We flirted a little but then he started talking about meeting up one day." I tell her. "What's the problem?" she asked and then she sees the look in my eyes. "Rita, honey, he's not Jason. Jason was a pig. You are beautiful, sweet, smart, loving. Why can't you see that?" she says and I just wipe the tears from my cheek. "He texted me this morning and I haven't responded." I tell her. "You better respond or I will and you won't like what I text back." she tells me grabbing my phone. "What the hell? Cabana boy?" she asked and I said "We were talking last night and I was drinking and told him I was in my little paradise alone and he said something about being invited one day and I said he could be my cabana boy, speedo and all." I tell her. "Really?" she asked laughing. "Yeah he said he needed more than a speedo for what he has and my slightly drunk ass asked him if it was a vienna or a foot long." I tell her, blushing. "Holy shit. A little bold there. That's the old Rita coming out." she tells me. "What did he say?" she asked. "He said I'd have to wait and see." She smiled and said, "Text him. Right now." She walked away and I picked up my phone.

R: Morning Juice.

J: I was beginning to think you weren't gonna text back.

R: Sorry. My mind is a little out there today.

J: You okay?

R: I will be. How was your night?

J: Good. Went to bed after talking to you. You?

R: Good. Actually slept but I think that might be partly due to my intoxicated state.

J: Not the awesome conversation?

R: Yeah, well there was that.

J: I gotta get back to work. Call you tonight?

R: I'll be waiting.

J: Have a good day Rita.

R: You too Juice.

Kara looks at me and sees me smiling a little and when I look at her she smiles back. The rest of the day goes by fast and before I know it, I'm sitting on my back patio with the fire pit going, a bottle of wine and my mind is wondering. I like talking to him. The things he says, without even seeing me, makes me feel good but what happens if he sees me and doesn't like what he sees? I look at the phone on my table next to me and see it's him. I debate answering it but at the last second, I grab it. "Hey." I say. "Hey. Was wondering if you were gonna answer." he says. "Yeah, was kinda zoned out." I say. "Everything okay?" he asked and I decide that I deserve this. "It is now." I tell him smiling. "So, how was your day?" I asked. "Good. Had a good date with my right hand last night thanks to you." he says. Laughing, I say "You know they make toys for that right?" he asked. "I heard that somewhere before." he says. "Yep. Got a few myself." he says. "Really now?" he asked intrigued. "Yep. Get a Christmas card every year from Energizer. You know, cause they keep going and going?" I say and he busts out laughing. "Holy hell girl. You are gonna be the death of me." he says. "At least you'll go out smiling." I say. "That I will." he says. "You know you could let me take you on a date." he says. "I don't know." I tell him softly. "I'm sorry. I..." he starts and I cut him off. "It's okay. It's just been a long time since I've been asked out. You think we could just get to know each other a little more before we meet?" I asked. "Sure. I want you to be comfortable when you meet the Puerto Rican of your dreams." he says and I start laughing. "Puerto Rican huh?" he asked. "Yep. In all my tan glory." he says laughing. "Well, now you know something about me that you didn't know. Tell me something about you." he says. "I am not originally from here. I am from a small town in Georgia." I tell him. "I thought I heard a southern accent in there. I'm from Queens." he tells me. "I thought I heard a little yankee in there." I say smiling. "Nothing little about this yankee sweetheart and I'm more of a Mets fan." he says. "Thank fuck. If you were a Yankee's fan I'd have to hang up right now." I tell him. "You like baseball?" he asked. "Baseball and football. I'm born and raised an Atlanta Braves fan and love the New Orleans Saints." I tell him. "Thank God. A woman I don't have to explain sports to." he tells me. "I was raised around a bunch of guys. You know how long it took my best friend to get me to stop cussing like a sailor when I moved out here?" I asked him. He just laughed. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. "Sure." I say. "Why are you worried about us meeting?" he asked softly. "Juice, my ex was constantly telling me that I was fat and that no one would want me. It just kind of stuck in my head. I'm not one of those twig bitches that weighs twelve pounds and will snap if you touch them. I'm a little thick. I'm not fat by any means but I do have curves." I tell him. "I like curves. Just, think about it okay?" he asked. "Okay." I tell him. "Well, I better go. Text you in the morning Princess." he says. "Okay. Night Goof." I say before ending the call.

I wake up the next morning and see a text from Juice. I changed his name last night in my phone to Juicy Goof. I open the text to see:

J: Good morning my Princess. Hope you have a good day.

R: Good morning my goof. You have a good day too.

J: Think about me okay?

R: I will. But the question is, will you be thinking about me?

J: Already am.

I smile when I see the text and start getting ready for my day. I am starting to feel like things are already looking up.