Page 27 of The Casanova Complex

He chuckles. “Give me your phone, and I’ll put my number in.”

Begrudgingly, I do after unlocking it.

I watch as he taps away at the screen. “Damn, who’s DICKFACE? He’s texted you like six times. In like an hour.”

My eyes widen, and I reach to snatch it away, but he holds it above my head, and the asshole has like a whole foot on me, so it’s pointlessly out of reach.

“Are you freaking going through my phone right now?” I screech, lunging for him again.

Still pointless, and all that happens is I’m suddenly flush with every hard plane of his muscular front, warm body heat seeping through the fabric of my clothes, and now my heart is racing for reasons that it absolutely should not be.

“Woah, killer.” He laughs, and I can feel the vibration of it against my skin.

I’m doing my best not to breathe right now because then I’ll be surrounded by his inherently masculine cedar scent, and my head is already swimming.

I need food, obviously.

That’s it. I’m just light-headed from not eating.

“Just seems a little desperate, is all I’m sayin’. And no, I was texting myself so I’d have your number too.” He dangles my phone in front of my face, and I quickly snatch it out of his hand.

I shove it into the back pocket of my skirt and force myself to step back, separating us with a roomful of distance.

Because if not, I might end up in prison for assault.

Asshole.

“Whatever,” I grit out as I make my way to the door. “Just do me a favor and keep Wednesday open so we can work on this.”

When he gives me a salute with his signature smirk, I pull the door open and walk out.

It’s not until I get to the bookstore for my evening shift that I have a second to even breathe. I open my phone and pull up my messages, scrolling right past the thread of messages from my asshole ex.

Realizing that Bennett saved his contact in my phone to:

GOOD BOY.

Of course he did.

CHAPTER SEVEN

BENNETT

STABBY GIRL : Hey. I know we’re supposed to meet at the library today, but can we possibly meet at this bakery/coffee shop that’s near my house? My little brother was sick all night, and I need to be close by in case he needs me. If not, we can reschedule for another day

ME: Works for me. Still good for 2?

STABBY GIRL : Yeah. I’ll send you the location

ME: Yes ma’am

She texted me, so obviously that means she’s seen what I saved my name as in her phone.

Fuck, I would’ve given anything to see her face when she saw it.

Made her extra stabby, I bet.

Extra hot as fuck.