AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“And, are you two still seeing each other?”
“We weren’t ever seeing each other, we were just...” I trail off before I overshare, but it’s too late. I can tell by the slow smile that spreads across his face.
“I never pictured you as a casual sex kind of girl.”
“I never pictured you at all,” I fire back.
“Now who’s the shit liar?” He laughs, stepping further into my bubble. “Have dinner with me.”
“Absolutely not.” I laugh like it’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard.
“Why not?”
“Because I know what kind of guy you are.”
“Pot meet Kettle.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“I’m not a whore.” I draw back like he’s physically assaulted me.
“I never said you were.” His smile remains firmly intact.
“Uh, yeah, you kind of just did.”
“No, I didn’t. But the reasons you seem to dislike me so much don’t really make sense, considering in a lot of ways you’re just like me.”
“How do you figure?”
“You prefer unattached hookups over complicated relationships,” he states. I blame Hannah. She doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.
“That does not make us alike,” I tell him flatly.
“Doesn’t it?” He tilts his head to the side and studies me for a long moment. “Have dinner with me.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on. One dinner. I promise to be on my best behavior.”
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” I ask, having a hard time believing that I’m actually considering saying yes.
“Nope.” His smile widens.
Maybe if I agree it will give me the chance to convince him that I’m truly not interested in him. Swearing to myself that’s all it is, I blow out a puff of air and nod once.
“Fine. But just dinner. Don’t even think that I’m going to go home with you because I most certainly will not.”
“If you say so.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and my gaze is instantly drawn to the action.
You hate this guy. You hate this guy. You hate this guy.I repeat the mantra in my head.
“I’m gonna head to the showers now. Perhaps you should do the same.” I gesture to his body without letting my eyes leave his face. “I’ll meet you out front in thirty minutes.”
“It’s a date.” He grins.
“It’s dinner.”
“Date,” he mouths as he backs away.
“Harris.” I grit my teeth, trying not to laugh when he ducks inside the men’s shower room and disappears from view.
