Secret Femme by Stark Rhona

Author:Stark, Rhona [Stark, Rhona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-19T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The rest of the week flew by, and before I knew it, I was getting mentally ready to go meet Travis at the steakhouse.

I know what you’re thinking and the answer is that no, I didn’t see any real romantic potential with Travis. Of course I didn’t. I was like, ninety percent sure by this point that I was a lesbian. But I had to make double, triple sure. I mean, this was life-changing stuff. This was important. I had to know how it felt to go on a date with a guy. Okay, so Travis didn’t sound like the pinnacle of modern manhood, and it kinda wasn’t fair that so much rested on this poor man’s shoulders, but honestly, I was going through some big deal stuff, and meeting up with Travis was a test to see whether the old Cassie, the Cassie I’d always thought I knew, enjoyed the date. Obviously, I didn’t hold out much hope of that, but never say never, and all that.

Ms. X hadn’t been in touch with me at all by this point. Believe me, I’d checked my phone enough times to be absolutely sure. It felt a little strange not to have heard anything from her. With every hour that passed by during which she didn’t message me, it felt as though my confidence, which had been at record levels, was slowly diminishing.

There were times when I tried to convince myself I didn’t care if she ever got in touch, and there were times when I tried to convince myself that I actively didn’t want her to text me, that I wanted our encounter to be just a magical one-off event, the kind of thing that you read about in books or see in films. But deep down, the whole time, I knew that I was hungry, anxious, to hear anything from that woman who’d made such a strong impression on me, who had touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.

I even drafted a message to her.

I’m thinking about you.

Ugh, it was so lame! I was trying so hard to be, I don’t know, cool, I guess. Is that what Rayne would do, send a mysterious SMS like that?

I didn’t send it, of course. Besides not knowing if it was the kind of thing that would annoy her, I wasn’t allowed to! I was already going to be punished (if I ever saw her again) and I didn’t want to have to be told off any more than absolutely necessary. Plus, maybe it was creepy to tell someone you were thinking about them. We hadn’t exactly built up the kind of relationship in which I felt I could get away with stuff like that.

Maybe she’d think I was a stalker or something.

I met with Debbie on Saturday for a drink in the afternoon at The White Horse Tavern. I had a Bloody Mary and Debbie made do with a tomato juice, bouncing baby Aidan on her knee. It was

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