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#216 in Romance
#42 in ChikLit
Faye rolled her eyes. "You're such a loser."
"And you're so hot in that."
She looked at him and found him staring at her, his eyes glinting as if he was some kind of a predator. Her face heated up and her jaw...
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Faye came into the room seeing Nathan sitting comfortably on the bed, swirling a glass of champagne in his hand. His presence in the room changed her whole opinion about it. What had been to her a beautiful and bright place suddenly became something like a crypt or a tomb. She wanted to get out, but she just had to finish a little bit of business in the room first.
"You look like you ate bad oysters," he commented with a smug satisfaction on his face, "Just a little uglier than your normal face. Not that there's any real difference."
Faye tried not to let the comment get to her counting slowly in her head. She dropped herself on the couch and faced him. "Give me a glass of that."
"What? This?" He raised the bottle and shrugged. "Sure." He took another glass and took a swig straight from the bottle before pouring some into the clean glass. "It's really good, you know."
Her face twisted in disgust. "Ew! You stupid pig! That's just gross. I can't believe I'm spending a whole month with you..."
"That's something I don't hear everyday. Spending time with me, I mean." He sipped from the glass and made a face that could only be described as orgasmic to taunt her.
"Shut up," she grunted. "Listen. Your father and my aunt set us up for this."
He cocked his eyebrows at her and put the champagne bottle and glass down on the floor. He returned to face her with a smirk. "Good. I'll have something to play with."
"Excuse me?! Something to play with? Want me to cut your balls out?"
"Ouch...sexual harassment," he winced dramatically to mock her. "At least I don't go as low."
She let out an indignant huff. "The hell, you liar! You were the first to comment so off-handedly about my body!"
"That's a compliment, you know."
"Don't act as if you've never heard of sexual harassment laws." She rolled her eyes at him. "And that, you pig, is sexual harassment."
"Yeah I know. Only girls would take that as a compliment. I forgot that you're a mule." He laughed heartily.
"Freakish pig! Get out of the bed!" She glared at him.
"Uh, no thank you. I like this bed. If you want to sleep in this room, sleep on the couch. If you don't want to, then just get another room. I'm sure you can pay for it Ms. CEO."
"You know, if I could, I'd throw you out and lock you there."
"And of course, you can't. And I suppose you have another reason other than the fact that you will always be weaker than me."
"You're a fucking misogynist, you know that?" She glared at him.
He grinned at her. "Yeah, only to you. But that is inaccurate since I haven't, as you say, f'd you yet. I wonder what your aunt would say to such crass language. I wonder if I would mind if I did. Want to try it out?"
