This is Jesse. May I take your order?” I bite down on my lower lip to hide my squeal of delight. Jesse sounds downright adorable. His Brooklyn-accented voice has a slight lilt to it, and I have him pegged as a college kid from the first couple of words. I love college boys. They’re the easiest to seduce over the phone, right up there with exhausted new dads who are so starved for a quickie they’d hump the sofa cushions when their wife isn’t looking. Oh yeah. This is going to be easy. A few dirty words and I’ll have Jesse creaming his jeans right there in the back room of the pizza parlor. “Hi, Jesse,” I whisper, dropping my voice to a sultry murmur. “Do you deliver?” “Uhh…yes, ma’am. I can have your pie there in thirty minutes or it’s free.” Some of my excitement dissolves at being called ma’am. How old do I sound, anyway? I’m only thirty-two, though I suppose to a nineteen-year-old I’m downright ancient. That thought sobers me a bit, and I wonder whether I should try dialing another number.
