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The next few guys were a no to Elijah. They were either too young or too old, or they had poor taste in music. He even nixed a guy because of dishes in the sink in the background of his picture.

Elijah took her phone and put it on the coffee table. “Why is this,” he pointed at her cell, “your only option?”

“Because now that I’ve had sex, I’d like to continue having sex.”

His stare caught her, and the heat in his eyes was enough to make her wet. Elijah was beyond sexy, and this whole friendship thing was such a farce.

But maybe she had a solution.

“I made a list of all the things I want to try in bed.”

“Yes,” he said dryly. “You’ve mentioned and refused to share it with me.”

“It’s about my sexual fantasies.” She watched him clench both his hands into fists. “And I need a partner to do them with.”

“If this is your attempt to get me to take you out to dinner, it worked, but it’s not a date.”

“It’s ten o’clock at night, and I’m ready to go home.”

Elijah stood. “Then I’ll pick you up tomorrow for brunch.”

Georgia scrambled to stand up with him, shocked by this non-date date. “What time?”

“Be ready by eleven.”

Georgia left his house happy and confused at the same time.

But one thing was for certain.Screw the friend zone.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

“HOW DOES A non-date date work?” Georgia asked him while sipping her Bloody Mary at Perries, the restaurant they were at for brunch.

Elijah rolled his eyes over his cup of coffee.

“Do we go Dutch?” His eye twitched at the mention of her paying for half the meal. She was getting a kick out of this. “You did pick me up, but does this mean I need to take an Uber home?”

His clasp on his drink tightened, and she held back a giggle.

“I get there is no kiss at the end of the date, but if you do take me home, will you escort me to my apartment?”

“Georgia.” His tone was filled with impatience.

Elijah finally cracked. This was a win for her.

She shrugged. “I’m trying to understand the logistics.”

He glared at her. “I am paying for brunch. I am also driving you home, and yes, I am walking you to your front door. We’re friends, remember?”

“Friends,” she muttered, hating the label.

“Exactly,” Elijah said tightly. “Friends.”

“If we’re friends, we should know more about each other.”

His navy eyes met hers. “Enlighten me, tell me something I should know about you.”