Want Me (Mess with Me 4)
ANYA
It’s not until Monday morning that I realize I never got around to making a GlowUp account at the party. Glancing around, I open the app on my phone. Not that I think anyone here would care that I’m using it during work hours. It’s for a client, after all.
Liar. You can think of one person who wouldn’t be happy to see you using it.
Thoughts of Law are the last thing I need when I’m trying to ramp myself up to fill out a dating profile. The whole thing feels so weird. You would think being on the arm of the guest of honor at the party would have given me some confidence. I smile thinking of Seth. After the closet confrontation he’d suggested we get a drink. People approached him constantly but I noticed he would stand closer whenever it was a woman.
If you’d told me ahead of time I’d end up being an anti-wingman for a billionaire, I would have asked what you were smoking.
And whether I could have some.
The fact that it made Law jealous should have been a bonus. Instead I’d gone home feeling slightly sick. I close the app without doing anything. Maybe I should have waited until after work when Ariana could help me.
I send her a text and then my phone lights up. She’s calling me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I keep my voice low so no one outside my office will hear. I could close the door but that would probably draw more attention than anything else.
“Hallelujah! You’re finally ready to get this party started.”
“I guess. I went to the launch party to mess with Law’s head but I didn’t actually think I’d make a profile. All these dating apps seem like such a meat market.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Seriously? It’s just a bunch of dudes looking for a place to stick it.”
“That’s what you want, right? Sex, no strings. Have some fun, get out there and see what you’ve been missing. You might find The One or maybe you’ll just have a bunch of orgasms. Let’s see.”
I can hear her typing but I’m not sure what she’s doing.
“So, about that profile… I already made one for you.”
“You did what? Oh god, I’m almost scared to ask what you put on there.”
Ariana cackle-laughs and despite everything, her exuberance makes me smile.
“I did a great job. I think I really captured your soul.”
“Send me the link to it.”
After a minute, a link pops up in our message chain along with the login details Ariana created. When I click it, the GlowUp app opens again. I log in and then navigate to my new profile. A picture of me with my tongue sticking out and my bra strap showing is the first thing I see.
“Ari, what the hell? What is this picture?”
“It’s great, right? You look cute as hell.”
“I’m not even looking at the camera. And why is my shirt falling off?”
“It’s cute and playful. You look like fun.”
“I look like I’m coming off a five-day bender.”
That’s when I notice the rest of the profile. I was so caught on the horrible photo that I missed the description. The “About Me” section says, New to the scene. Ready for some peen. Show me what I’m missing.
“Ready for some peen? Oh my god, how many people have s
een this!”
She makes a shushing sound. “Calm your tits, chica. It’s only been live for a few minutes. I didn’t make it public until just now. I made it at the party so you’d be ready to go whenever you made up your mind.”