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Are you actually upset that I didn’t completely ignore my brother spilling a drink all over your beautiful dress?
My takeaway from this should not be that he liked my dress, yet the fact he noticed is really all I can think about.
Yes, actually, I am.
Because now I feel the jerk for only swiping right to let you know you’re an asshole.
It’s not every day I start my morning with a beautiful woman calling me an asshole.
Is he flirting with me?
I trust that Quinn thoroughly took care of you last night, but I would still prefer to buy you a replacement in person.
Quinn???
And I’m not sure I’m ever drinking whiskey again.
I might never be drinking anything ever again.
The bartender.
Fine, no drinks.
Dinner. Tomorrow night.
It’ll give you the opportunity to call me an asshole to my face.
I read his message over and over, trying to convince myself why I should say no. When I swiped on his photo, I had no intention of ever seeing him again.
Or did I?
There is no denying that twinge of lusty what-if I felt when we locked eyes last night. My thumbs linger on the screen of my phone, and I weigh my decision.
He’s significantly older than the guys I usually date, yet also significantly hotter. According to his profile, he’s an entrepreneur—dating app code for either unemployed or a successful business owner. His appearance last night leaves me thinking he’s the latter. And based on what little conversation we’ve had this morning, he seems to be charming.
And normal.
Fuck it.
7pm.
Are you asking or telling me?
I’ll ask if you prefer.
But I’m a man very used to getting exactly what I want.
Heated crimson flush creeps over my cheeks as I read his message. Had it come from the taxidermist or any of the other men in my inbox, I would probably be repulsed by the misogynist undertones. But for some reason, I’m intrigued by Tristan. Intrigued enough not to say no.
CHAPTER SIX
TRISTAN
Layla caught my eye at the bar last night, but how could she not? She’s fucking gorgeous, and that tiny, sparkling gold dress she was wearing was like a flashing lightbulb, drawing the attention of every man in my bar.
It definitely fucking caught mine.
Briefly texting with her this morning—and learning that she’s a feisty little thing—is only increasing her allure.
