Page 4 of A Hard Time


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“Okay. Confession time.”

“Oh, goodie. Am I supposed to tell you to say twelve hail Mary’s and stand on your head to be absolved from your sins?”

“You’re cute, Ace.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re hot as hell, babe, and I doubt I’m the first man to tell you that.”

“I should have made this clear from the beginning, I guess,” I respond with a heavy sigh. “But your reasoning can’t be based on the way I look or the size of my breasts you keep leering at.”

“They’re nice tits.”

“And there goes your second chance,” I mutter, doing my best to ignore the fact that I like this guy. He’s hot, funny, and ridiculously blunt. Also, hot should be mentioned again, damn it, because he’s just that beautiful to look at.

“I’m serious. You should name them.”

“Name my tits?” I blink.

“Yeah. I’d name the left one Dick and the right one I’d name Trap,” he says, his eyebrow raised at an angle, a cocky smile on his face and his eyes twinkling as if they’re waiting for me to call him on his shit.

“Dick and Trap?”

“Yeah, because they make me want to stick my dick in the middle of them and let you squeeze it tight.”

“Oh, and when you’re turning your tongue over the nipple and sucking it in your mouth—”

“Now we’re talking.”

“You can brag to your friends how you sucked dick all night.”

“Shit,” he laughs. “That’s cold, Ace.”

“I don’t know. You work with some hot guys. Might open that dating pool.”

“You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?”

“Trust me, I’m not going to do anything with you.”

“You are. You can fight it, but I’m not giving up, Mary.”

“Dude, I gave you a chance, and instead, you named my boobs. Are you familiar with the term crash and burn? Because that would be you.”

“No, because I haven’t even told youwhyyou’re worth the effort.”

I take a sip of my drink and I know I shouldn’t, but I do anyway. “Tell me, then.”

“When we first met, I thought you were just a Bat-Bunny and even knowing that I wanted you.”

“A Bat-Bunny?” I ask, shock hitting me so hard that I’m not sure how to react.

“They’re women that—”

“I know what a damn Bat-Bunny is. I just have no idea how you could think I was one.”

“You’re at every baseball game, alone, looking hot.” He shrugs, “It adds up.”

“I’m at every baseball game because I love the sport, you ass.”

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