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We’re dating now?
I can’t help but toy with him.
I didn’t realize this had gotten so serious.
I’m very serious.
Address.
Not happening. Just tell me where to meet you.
Out front of your building.
Fuck, he’s persistent.
I’m not backing down on this.
If you don’t tell me, we might never see each other again.
And could you live the rest of your days without calling me an asshole to my face?
Dirty play…
213 6th Avenue.
It’ll be fine. I have a doorman, and I’ll just meet him downstairs. Plus, he doesn’t seem like a psychopath.
Said every woman that followed Bundy to his car.
Was that so hard?
I can practically hear the condescension in his voice as I read his message, and I love the rouse I get from it.
Are you going to be this pushy about everything?
Are you going to be this defiant?
Probably.
Good.
I can’t help but snicker at his response. Most men are much less receptive to my—as they call it—attitude.
What are you up to tonight?
I was trying to read trashy romance in the tub, but some pushy asshole keeps texting me.
You?
Relaxing in the tub.
I was going to read, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the beautiful little brat who hadn’t responded to my message yet.
Ha ha. Very funny.
I see we’ve progressed to the mocking each other phase of this relationship.
The next message that comes through is a photo. Clicking to open it, I’m met with his deep blue eyes. His hair is darker than I remember and slicked back instead of the disheveled curls from last night. It takes me a second to realize that it’s wet because he truly is sitting in the tub. My gaze roams over the photo, pausing at the hint of inked skin at the base of his neck.
