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Snap the fuck out of it, dickhead.
It had been a while since I’d been laid, and clearly, I needed to find myself a woman. Maybe tonight at the bar I’d make that happen.
She turned around, lips pursed. “Shocker. You’re wrong.Myfavorite color is orange. Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions abouteverything.”
It was a dig. I’m sure she knew that I was being a prick because of who her family was. She probably didn’t know the half of it. The real reason.
I didn’t hate them because they were rich. I hated them because they were liars and entitled pricks.
It didn’t mean that she was—but she was still one of them.
“All right. Your favorite color is orange. I got it. Can you tell me what you put in that drink? My mom is nagging me to find out.”
She turned around and set the cups down on the counter in front of me. Her lips turned up in the corners, and her smile reached her eyes. “You want me to tell you all my secrets when you were a complete jerk the last time you came in here?”
“I do.”
“Well, at least you aren’t denying it.”
“I don’t lie.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Neither do I. But I also don’t appreciate someone being an asshole to me for no reason. You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“Yet you came back a second time.” She crossed her arms over her chest, which pushed her tits up the slightest bit. I could make them out perfectly in her white fitted turtleneck, which made it difficult not to stare. They weren’t big, but they were perky and proportioned to her petite frame. Her nipples poked against the fabric, and I forced my eyes back up to meet her gaze.
My mouth watered at the thought of using my tongue to flick her hard peaks, and I wondered what her pretty pink nipples would taste like.
For fuck’s sake. I’m losing my mind.
This girl’s family nearly ruined my life. And it sure as hell caused a lot of heartache for my family.
“I came back a second time because my mother and my grandmother won’t stop texting me about it.”
“I’ll tell you what… Next time you come in here, how about you lose the attitude, and I’ll be happy to tell you the secret ingredient in my tea. Or you can have your mama call me here, and I’ll tell her directly.”
“You’re serious?”
“Do I look like a joker to you?” She raised a brow, and her tongue poked against her cheek as she stared at me.
“You’re not going to tell me?”
She pinched the tips of her thumb and pointer finger together and slowly ran them along her mouth, acting as if she were zipping her mouth closed.
Her lips were pursed, pink, and plump, and I wondered how they’d look wrapped around my cock.
Hey, I was a horny dude. Apparently, I could dislike someone and still be attracted to them.
I quickly grabbed the two cups off the counter and glared at her.
I was leaving here without the secret ingredient, and now I had a raging boner.
I definitely hated Demi Crawford a little more than I did when I first walked in here a few minutes ago.
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, turning toward the door.
“That’s not the attitude that’s going to get the recipe out of me. You better try again next time, Mr. Knight.”
