Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Once again, his response was delayed.
Dex: Are there any other situations in which you might forgive someone for lying?
I had to think about that. In general, there was really no excuse for lying, in my book. But I couldn’t say I hadn’t told some white ones in my life.
Bianca: I don’t know. I guess it would just have to depend on the individual scenario.
Dex: You don’t think it’s black and white. Fair enough.
Bianca: How has the spotlight once again turned on me?
Dex: I think we’re beyond the point where there are any rules in this process, Bianca.
Bianca: That’s true. Come to think of it, I’ve pretty much broken every journalism ethics rule during this entire experience.
Dex: I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. The published product will be the same in the end. We’ve just had more fun along the way than most people do.
Bianca: You’re right. It really hasn’t seemed like work at all.
Dex: I would even venture to say I’ll miss these 11PM chats when we’re finished.
“Miss” wasn’t the right term for how I felt about the interview process nearing an end. I’d become addicted to talking to Dex. Obsessed. It was as if my entire day revolved around just getting to eleven.
Bianca: I will, too.
We’d come to a break in the conversation. It was obvious that our interview had really run its course. I had so much information on this man that I didn’t know what to do with it; it couldn’t possibly all fit into a four-page article. There wasn’t really a need to continue communicating. But I found him fascinating and would continue our chats for as long as I could get away with. He didn’t need to know that I was virtually finished with the piece.
His next message threw me for a loop.
Dex: What happened to that guy you were dating?
That’s a good question. I didn’t know what had happened with Jay.
Bianca: We haven’t made plans in a while.
Dex: Why not?
Bianca: I think he’s been busy. We’ve been in touch but just haven’t nailed down any dates to go out.
Dex: You don’t sound too devastated.
Bianca: Honestly, between my trip and working on the feature, I haven’t had much time to dwell on it.
Dex: You’ve been too focused on me.
Bianca: You can look at it that way, yes.
Dex: I choose to. ;-)
Bianca: What about you? What’s your excuse? Why are you never cancelling on me? You must have a bevy of women waiting in the wings.
Dex: Not a bevy, but yes, I don’t have to beg for dates.
Bianca: You don’t say…
Dex: Want to know the truth, though?
Bianca: Always.
Dex: Lately, I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone but you.
I let his words sink in. A flash of heat permeated my body. How was it possible to be so taken with someone I had never even met? I really wanted to see him—more than I’d ever wanted anything. I impulsively typed.
Bianca: How about right now? I want to see you tonight.
I closed my eyes and cringed at my assertiveness. My heart was pounding as I waited for a reply. It took him a while to respond.
Dex: Not tonight. We agreed to meet at the end, remember?
My emotional state went from hot to cold real fast. He’d implied before that he wanted to date me, yet he keeps avoiding actually meeting me. I needed to call him out.
Bianca: I have a feeling there will always be an excuse.
The spaces of time between his responses were getting longer and longer.
Dex: I just need to be prepared.
Prepared for what?
Bianca: Prepared?
Dex: Yes. This time with you has been different from anything I’ve ever experienced. You know more about me than most people. And I probably know more about you than any of the women I’ve dated, and yet, I can’t seem to get enough. I’ve exposed myself to you—in more ways than one, practically. This is new for me. Meeting you in person will be intense. And then there’s the risk of disappointing you. I think that’s my biggest apprehension.
Bianca: How can you possibly disappoint me if I know almost everything about you already?
Dex: You may not like what you see.
Bianca: Let me at least hear your voice then.
Dex: Not yet.
Bianca: Why not?
Dex: You’ll hear me soon enough.
Bianca: Do you sound like Mickey Mouse or something?
Dex: No, I can assure you I don’t. My testosterone levels are good. I suspect you’ll like my voice, actually. LOL. I can’t believe you just asked me that.
Bianca: I have to explore all possible reasons why you are hiding. And quite honestly, at this point, you’re making me a little self-conscious, Mr. Truitt.
Dex: We’re back to formalities now? Don’t call me that anymore. We’re beyond that. And tell me why you’re feeling self-conscious when you have absolutely no reason to be.
Because I was starting to think that his apprehension was really about me.