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"What do you mean trying to hurt you, Oliver? How am I trying to hurt you?"
"Well, hurt might be the wrong word, but you're trying to upset me by flirting with that imbecile."
"He's not an imbecile. He seemed like a really nice guy."
"He's a first-year associate. All he cares about is getting laid."
"That's not true," she said. "You don't even know him."
"What, and you do?" I chuckled then. "Rosalie, come on now." I knew what I'd done was wrong, and I'd reacted in the moment. Normally, I never would've done such a thing, but the thought of Rosalie going to dinner with that man and possibly kissing him, well, it made my blood boil. There was no way I was going to let her go on a date while she was still living under my roof. I mean, what would Foster say? He'd kill me if he knew she was already going on dates. A little voice in my head said he'd kill me if he knew I'd kissed her, but I ignored that.
"Oliver, you're really overstepping here."
"Are you hungry, Rosalie? Let's go get something to eat."
"I don't want to eat anything with you. You can take me home, and I'll find something to eat in the fridge."
"And waste your makeup and that pretty dress?"
"I don't care about my makeup, and I don't care about this dress. In fact, I want to go home and take it off as quickly as possible."
"Ah," I said. "Well, I'm not opposed to that."
"And I'm going to put on pajamas."
"Oh, you don't have to," I said with a slight smile. "You could—”
"I could what?" she said, glaring at me.
"Nothing." I winked at her, and she just shook her head.
"You're too much. You know that?"
"How am I too much?"
"Because I feel like you're playing games with me."
"I'm not playing games with you. We both know we want each other. And you thought you were coming to the hotel tonight to have fun, so why don't we? I can always get a room. It might not be the penthouse. I don't have a couple of thousand dollars just to waste."
"Just to waste?" she said, glaring at me. "So you think getting a penthouse room for the two of us would be a waste?"
"No. I mean, if you really want me to get the penthouse, I will, but—”
"No, Oliver, it doesn't work like that. You already said it was a waste. If that was something you were actually willing to do, you would've done it. You know what? I am hungry."
"Okay."
"And shall we get something to eat?"
"Yeah."
"And I don't want tacos either. I want steak and lobster, and I don't know, French onion soup and cheesecake and—”
"You want all of that?" I raised an eyebrow. "Right now?"
"Yeah. I'm hungry. I want you to take me to the most expensive restaurant you can get reservations to right now."
"Okay? Because you want to spend all my money or because you want a really memorable first date?" She started laughing.
