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“Yes,” Hadley replied, matter-of-fact. “No ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ with you. Guys know they have to ease into it, be gentle.”

My frown deepened. “Why is that again?”

“Because you’re sweet and innocent and decent guys don’t want to scare you off.”

I sighed. “Well, maybe I should stop wasting my time with decent guys. Then, I might seesomeaction before I die.”

“You don’t mean that,” Hadley scoffed.

I did. But, we both knew how awkward I got around nice boys like Mason – let alone the Roman Lombardis of the world. I knew neither of us could actually picture me chasing after any guys, decent or otherwise. I just didn’t get flirting.

“Yeah, but there’s slow and there’sslow, Hads.”

“Just let him woo you!”

I snorted. “At this rate, a turtle lazily ambling in my direction would get to me faster than Mason! Without even meaning to.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a wry smile. “Regardless. Party tonight?”

I sighed. “I guess.”

“How are you getting there?”

“I’ll ask Mum for the car, I guess.”

“Shame we’re not better friends with Roman. He could drive you.”

I snorted. “If we were better friends with Roman you’d have ruined it because you’d have screwed him senseless, broken his heart and moved onto someone else. So, we wouldn’t be friends anymore and I’d still not have a ride to the party.”

Hadley huffed a laugh. “Yeah? Who’s to say I’d be the one who did the breaking? Roman Lombardi is more likely to break my heart than I am his.”

“I guess. But, still my lack of ride is still not solved unless I drive myself.”

“Did I hear my name?” Roman asked and Hadley threw me a wicked grin.

But, it was a glare she turned on him. “No.”

“If it’s a ride you’re after, ladies, I’d be more than happy to accommodate.” He oozed dark charm and Hadley held her own quite successfully.

“I’m sure.”

Roman looked between us, his black holes of eyes searching. “My…ride…suits two just as easily as one.”

“Ugh,” Hadley sighed. “Because that’sjustwhat I’ve been missing in my life.”

Roman’s eyes ran up and down her body slowly. “I live to serve, gorgeous.”

“Well, go and serve it somewhere else.”

“Barlow?” he asked, looking at me.

I blinked and looked between them in panic. “What?”

“Shall I, as Hadley suggests, go and serve it somewhere else?”

I looked between them again, hoping I wouldn’t actually have to be involved.

Hadley always did this; she was rude and scathing to him, yet professed an ingrained desire to get in his pants. How she was going to achieve that when she just acted like a dick, I don’t know. Maybe that’s why I was sweet, innocent Piper Barlow and she was…well,theHadley Reynolds; there was obviously some (read, many) nuance to flirting and dating that I was missing.

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