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“God, you’re inescapable.” Espie’s voice alarms me, but I try not to show it. I tilt my head as I take another puff and press a sarcastic grin in her direction. She crinkles her nose at me, beginning to turn around.
“You don’t have to leave.” I shrug, but my words are quick. She stops moving and eyes me up and down.
“I do, actually.”
I turn more towards her. “Why?”
“Because.”
“Because…?” She sucks in her bottom lip, brows tense and lowered like she can’t figure me out. I can’t figure her out either because it’s too fucking complicated in her brain.
After a second more, she crosses her arms over her chest. “Why do you always do this?”
“Do what?” I take another drag, trying to keep my heart rate from skyrocketing because I can tell she’s about to accuse me of something idiotic.
“You just keep pushing me.” She shakes her head. “Why can’t you let me be?”
I cock my head. “I’m only trying to get to know you.”
“No you’re not.”
“You don’t know one thing about me. How could you assume you’re right?”
“Because I know the type of guy you are, and I don’t have any desire to be anywhere near you.”
I scoff with an amused grin. “Well, that’s gonna be a little difficult when we’re married.”
“Gee, thanks. Haven’t agonized over that fact since we met, or anything.”
“Agonized? That’s a little dramatic.” I turn back towards the window, but I can still feel her eyes on me. “Are you gonna stare at me all day or do you have something else to say?”
“You’re such an asshole.” She jeers just as the chandeliers, above us, flicker on.
“Power’s back.” One of the boys calls from the bottom of the steps. I shift my jaw and glance over at Espie, whose eyes are focused nowhere in particular.
“You don’t seem happy about that,” she finally says.
“About the power?”
“Mm.” She nods.
“Well, if the storm continues, it’s just going to keep cycling on and off. So, I wouldn’t suggest changing into a sundress or anything like that.”
“I don’t wear sundresses.” She blinks her bright-green eyes in my direction, and I turn to head out the door.
“Pity. You’d look hot in one.” I graze past her.
“You’re disgusting.” She calls after me and I turn around.
“Well, sweetie, you’re not so pleasant to be around either.”
She scowls at me as I continue to back up before turning around and galloping down the stairs.
“Fuck you.” She calls after me, like she’s reminding me to grab something while I’m out.
“Fuck you too.” I call back in the same candor. She really is a nightmare– fucking hot, though.
Just as I reach the end of the stairs, my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see it’s the boss.
