33

Nerthus

I’m about to enter the restaurant to dine with my friend as an anonymous number texts me.

Anonymous: Share your location. This way, I can pick you up as soon as you’re done socializing.

I laugh before I write back.

Amber: Who are you? How can I even send you my location if you are anonymous?

The anonymous sends me a number followed by another text that has me all giddy in anticipation.

Anonymous: You know exactly who I am, Nerthus.

Smiling to myself, I save the number of my gorgeous stalker as ‘Mr. Best-Fuck’ and put my phone back into my purse before walking up to the host.

Gigi is late, as usual, and I take my seat at the bar and order a dry martini. Sipping at my drink, feeling extremely happy, I don’t even bother that I have to wait.

Mr. Best-Fuck: Isn’t he coming?

I laugh again as I look around, but he doesn’t seem to be in here.