My Fiery Opal

BECKHAM:

I have one rule – I don’t do love, romance, or relationships.

That is, until I find myself softening… for her.

RINOA:

I have one rule – I promised myself I would never be in a relationship again.

I’ve been there/done that.

There is no way I’m falling for the darkly menacing, alpha male, hot as sin… Beckham Stone.

RINOA:

After I get home from seeing the girls, my phone pings. It’s a text from Beck.

Beck: Send me your address

Beck: I’ll pick you up at 7p tomorrow

Me: Where are you taking me?

Beck: Where do you want to go?

Me: Where do you normally take your DATES?

Beck: I don’t DATE

Me: Ok where would be your usual pre-hook-up dinner?

Beck: I have a few places in mind

Me: Great. I don’t want to be anywhere near any of those places

I see dots appear, but disappear. Then appear again, then disappear. It takes a few minutes, but my phone eventually dings.

Beck: Change of plans

Beck: Not doing ‘dinner’

Beck: We’re going on a date

Beck: This is nonnegotiable

Me: ?

Me: On one condition…. Are you finally going to tell me why you call me Opal?

Beck: Re-read my previous text. This is nonnegotiable

Me: Re-read MY previous text. I want to know why you call me Opal

Silence

Beck: Fine. 7p tomorrow