Her brows hung, those sharp blue eyes piercing through me. And then she smiled.
"Then would you have liked me to be more rough?" she leaned closer. "A slap maybe? Or sabotaging your whole life?" The smile remained but I could taste the dark intent in her words.
"I think sabotaging would be more intentional and hot to be honest."
"You think I'm hot?"
She really asked that.
"Why do you care what I think?"
"I care a lot more than what you'd expect."
"Typical." I replied.
She chuckled. Head tilted as she stared. Of course she did.
"What are your plans after tonight?" She asked. Surprised again, I matched her pose.
"Why? Are you planning a date or what?"
"Would you like one?"
Gosh. I couldn't figure her out at all.
But before I could give a response…
