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That’s why I’m here, aren’t I?
To be set free.
His frown is back. This one’s even more ferocious than the last one. “What does that —”
“Where’s your tie though?” I cut him off again.
He exhales an annoyed breath, his chest undulating in his shirt.
It’s hard for him.
Having me run the conversation.
Tough luck though. This is my show tonight and he doesn’t have a choice.
“Don’t like ’em,” he replies, his reddish-brown eyes displeased and pinned on me.
“Right. Because you like to make your own rules.”
“I also like it when people call before coming over.”
“You blocked my number, remember?”
“And yet you don’t seem to get the hint.”
I drop my overnight bag on the floor. “Which is why I’ve decided to move in. I figured you wouldn’t be able to avoid me if we lived together.”
His eyes fly down to the little pink bag on the floor — I specifically chose the girliest little bag in my closet — before flying back up to my face.
And oh my God, his expression is priceless.
Even more priceless is his shocked, “The fuck?”
I wasn’t going to laugh but at the speed he went all pale, I allow myself a small smile. “I’m not here to cramp your style. So relax, would you, Bossman?”
His eyes flash and that arrogant expression is back on his face.
Pair that with his office clothes, and I realize that he looks every inch the Bossman tonight, albeit with criminal tendencies.
The second son of the Davidsons, wealthy and coming from old money.
But that’s not true, is it?
Thanks to his asshole dad.
“So then why are you here,” his lips turn up in a small, mocking smile, “Servant Girl?”
His low tone hits me in my belly and knocks the breath out of me for a second but I forge ahead. “I want to know if this is how you did it.”
“Did what?”
“Got me into NYU.”
Oh yeah, did I mention, I got into NYU.
My dream school.
That I thought was out of my reach potentially forever.
