Dirty Sheets Series

Dirty Sheets — Part 1

An Unknown Number

I drain the last swallow of my second scotch, replacing the tumbler heavily on the mahogany bar. The bartender looks over, an eyebrow raising in question. I reply with a subtle nod. Another it is. My date is late, and the whiskey is starting to make its presence known, warming me from the inside out. I slip a finger under the knot in my tie, wanting to loosen it, but still holding hope that my date will show, although it’s our third date and she’s never been late before. We met on tinder a month prior. Our first two dates were great, but I haven’t brought myself to so much as kiss her yet. She seems so ladylike and well, I don’t want to push my luck.

My phone comes to life, the illumination syncronised with an audible ping and vibration that judders it across the bar top. I swipe my finger over the screen only to view an unfamiliar number. Confident I don’t know who it belongs to, I read the accompanying message.

“Hey big guy. You wanna play?“

Since I don’t know the number, I look around, thinking it’s some kind of practical joke courtesy of the guys at the office. I’m just about to type out exactly that and delete the message when I receive a second ping. The notification alerting me that it contains a file. Tapping on the download? button, I…