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“So, neither of you are dating other people,” Kylie says.
“Right.”
“But you have lunch and dinner with Ronan regularly.”
“I suppose.”
“Which means you’re kind of dating Ronan,” Kylie says. “By default.”
“No,” I say, holding up a finger. “I’m not dating Ronan. That’s in the rules.”
“You thought of everything, didn’t you?” Kylie says.
I take another chip and smile. “More or less.”
“Except you’re basically dating him,” she says.
“I am not.”
“What did you do for dinner tonight?” she asks.
I open my mouth, then snap it closed again. Shit. “I had dinner at work.”
“With Ronan?” she asks.
“Yes, but only because we had sales reports to review, and he was busy all day,” I say. “It was six, and we were both hungry.”
“So, you were sitting in his office, innocently reviewing sales reports,” Kylie says, her tone amused. “Then you looked at the clock and realized it was late, so you grabbed some food and finished your little meeting?”
“Something like that,” I say.
“Or did he order dinner and invite you to his office to eat with him?” she asks.
“Why are you picking this apart?” I ask.
“Because it matters,” she says. “He’s luring you in and you don’t even realize it. Or you want him to, and you’re trying to play innocent because you know I’ll tell you that you’re being insane.”
“I’m not being insane, and he’s not luring me,” I say. “God, he’s not some creeper hiding candy under his coat. I saw him this morning and asked him to go over the sales reports with me. He didn’t have time until later, so I agreed to meet with him over dinner.”
“So it was a date,” she says.
I glance at Braxton, but he just looks amused. “Thanks for not being any help.”
“What?” he asks. “I’m not getting involved. You never want my opinion anyway.”
“I’m not dating him,” I say.
“You’re so dating him,” Kylie says. “This is like, office dating. He has you right where he wants you.”
I’m about to say he doesn’t want me at all, but there’s no way I can say that with a straight face. Not with as many times as he’s told me he wants to fuck me on top of his desk. “I’m in control of this situation.”
“Sure, you are,” Kylie says.
I lean back in my seat and cross my legs. I don’t care what Kylie says, I am in control. Ronan might not agree, but I have him right where I want him.
Don’t I?
