And you’re not exactly Miss Easygoing. What’s your point?
I laugh, shaking my head.
Who is this guy?
He’s probably the kind of guy who knows he’s attractive but doesn’t bother with charm because he’s too busy being an ass. I bet he doesn’t smile easily, but when he does, it’s devastating. The kind of guy who doesn’t take shit from anyone.
Or maybe I’m completely off. Maybe he’s some average dude behind a phone screen, giving me orders while he sits in his boxers eating takeout.
Whoever he is, he’s piqued my curiosity.
And that’s dangerous.
At least he’s talking to me.
My point is, you’re a jerk.
Takes one to know one.
I let out a frustrated groan, but I don’t have time to type a snarky response. Another message comes through.
Look… I’m sorry, okay?
I blink at the screen, my fingers freezing.Did he apologize?
Did someone steal your phone?
Don’t push it.
But yeah, I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.
I stare at the message, the unexpected softness in his words making something inside me loosen.
Maybe I haven’t completely fucked this up after all.
Thanks, Captain Bossy. I appreciate it.
Don’t get used to it.
You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood today.
Is this where you tell me you’re sending flowers to make up for being a jerk?
Nah, I don’t do flowers.
But I’ll let you buy me a drink when this is all over.
I smile, shaking my head.
You’re such a romantic. How can I resist?
You can’t. That’s the point.
Still smiling, I set my phone back on the table. Good Lookin’ shifts in my lap, her purring getting louder as I scratch behind her ears again. “Guess things aren’t completely hopeless,” I murmur to her, feeling a little bit lighter.
The door swings open, and I hear Annabelle’s voice before I see her. “Babe! I brought Chinese!” I turn my head as she steps through the door, a bag of takeout in one hand and her keys jingling in the other. She takes one look at me sprawled on the couch with Good Lookin’ in my lap, closes the door, and strides over to let herself fall beside me, the cushions bouncing. “You look like shit.”
“Gee, thanks,” I drawl, my lips twitching. “Just what every girl wants to hear.”
