The first time it happened, Kenzi had been at home. She was bored and she decided to text Dyson to make plans for that night. She flipped opened her phone and fired off a quick text to Dyson.
Her phone vibrated within minutes with a response from Dyson.
Dyson: Make out?
"What? Wait, what? Has the D-man been drinking? Dude, your a responsible officer of the law," Kenzi muttered as she re read the text he'd sent. Then she read her text again and realised what had happened. "Oh no!" Kenzi cried out loud.
Kenzi: Oh God. Sorry! My phone autocorrected, I mean HANG-out!
But when she looked at it again, she realized that the original text was a Freudian slip, or text in this case. And she really did want to make out with her knight in furry armour. Dyson had saved her little human butt a few times and she had saved him a time or two as well.
Her phone went off again.
Dyson: Okay, it's fine. Did you mean the Dal or the Clubhouse?
Kenzi sighed and wished that Dyson could see past Bo, her BFF, and every other woman on the planet, to see her and see how much she loved the wolf man. But maybe, maybe she could prod him a little bit and give him a reason to look at her differently. Kenzi's mind went a million miles an hour as she started to form her plan.
The next text she sent she spent ages getting just right. It has to be spicy enough to get a reaction and to get him thinking, even if it's just subconsciously, but she needs to be able to explain it away if he doesn't get the clues she leaving. So she settles on
Kenzi: I'm so hard up right now, want to come get me off?
She hits send, puts the phone down, giggles and then dances around the kitchen. When the phone goes off, she jumps up onto the bench to see what Dyson has sent back. But all he sent is
Dyson: Kenzi?
Kenzi: Yeah, who else? Lol
Dyson: re-read your text
Kenzi: :-0 Epic fail! I swear I meant HUNGRY, will you come get ME!
Kenzi: I thought we could visit Trick and snag a bit of stew...
Within minutes she gets a message back from Dyson saying he'll come get her and they can go to the Dal and grab some food together. She's a bit nervous and decides she should change into something that may help remind Dyson she is more than a sidekick and is a woman that deserves to be noticed. She races upstairs to see what she can put together to enhance her already awesome body.
The third text she decides she can play off as having meant it for someone else. When she sends it she knows there is only one person she can say it was for, without completely tipping her hand.
Kenzi: I'm thinking awesome red lace panties and matching bra, want a picture?
She lays on her bed, phone in hand. A message comes back so quickly it takes her by surprise.
Dyson: Kenzi, I'm in a meeting.
Not quite the answer she was expecting, nor was it the response she wanted. There was no question as to who the text was for and he didn't say he wanted a photo either. Damn!
Kenzi: Ah! Sorry, sorry, it was meant for Bo!
She can't believe he bought that explanation. Why would she send a photo like that to Bo? Dyson knows that she only had a sisterly lurve for Bo. But if she'd said she was sending it to Trick or Hale or, god forbid, Dr Hotpants, Dyson would have known something was going on. Trick would have a heart attack with a text like that and Kenzi would have died of embarrassment and would never be able to set foot on the Dal again. Sending to Hale, ewwww! It would be like kissing your brother.
Sitting at the bar talking to Trick, she sent the text to Dyson as he was lining up his pool shot. He missed, Kenzi smirked "Superior genes my foot!" She takes sees him take out his phone, flip it open to read the message.
Kenzi was hoping that he was going to walk over to her, grab her off the bar stool and either take her to his place or drag her into the tap room at the Dal and finally have his way with her. Or was that she would have her way…finally!
His face shows no emotion but as he's heading straight over to her, she can see that she needs to have an excuse ready. He shoves the open phone under her nose. Kenzi does a great job of acting shocked at what the message says. She responds with "I meant: do you want me to get you another! Another beer! Beer I say!" slapping the bar.
She can see Dyson is considering whether to believe her or not. Trick seems interested in the outcome but in the end just shakes his head and gets them another round. Dyson turns on his heel and heads back to the pool table. Kenzi is more than disappointed with Dyson and calls it an early night. "How dumb can a wolf be?" she mutters as she exits the Dal.
"This is the last one" Kenzi says to herself "the very last time, I swear. If Dyson doesn't get it this time, I'm done! Done with his hot bod, his sexy voice, his blue eyes, his strength, his laugh, his rockin' bod." Kenzi breathes a deep sigh "I am so not done with him and I'm so STUPID!"
She quickly sends off the final text before she can change her mind.
Kenzi: I want you.
No going back now. Kenzi starts pacing in the lounge. She's starting to panic and she can't come up with a plausible excuse if Dyson responds. She can only hope that he's either asleep, drunk or chained up somewhere so he can't read the message.
There's a knock at the door. "Just a sec" Kenzi calls out as she heads to the door. She throws open the door to find the man she been texting standing at the door with a serious expression on his face. He pushes his way in, locks the door behind him and faces her.
"Oh Lord! He got the text." she thinks "Hey Cujo, what's..."
Dyson presses the phone into her hand, her message bright and clear on the screen. She can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and she still doesn't have a cover story. Dyson takes a step closer to her and leans in, trapping her between the wall and his gorgeous body. "Bad Kenzi! Concentrate!"
"Clearly," he grabs the phone out of her hand and shoves it into his jacket pocket, "you have something on your mind." He shrugs off the jacket and tosses it over the chair.
Kenzi is trying to come up with something but until she can she is keeping her mouth shut. He places his hands, one either side of her head. She wishes he would put his hands on her. Then he leans in slow, she can feel his breath on her lips. "I think we should get it off, don't you?"
Before she can answer Dyson has caught her mouth with his and there is no room for miscommunication. Kenzi really likes the way he's telling her how he feels and he's very good at it!