"I'm sorry, but the way your holding those chopsticks are getting on my fucking nerves." "Sorry sheesh I'm trying to learn how to use them." "Then let mama teach you." xxx In which she doesn't know how to use chopsticks and she just wanna touch her. WARNING: GIRLXGIRL YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT. :)

[PRIVATE CHAPTERS] [IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CONTROL. READ THAT ONE FIRST!] Chayse glared at him as he sat with that smug smirk on his face. He irked her to no end. The man simply didn't know when to quit. She was starting to think that pissing people off was his preferred pastime. Hell, why wouldn't it have been? He was definitely good at it. If it was an Olympic sport he'd take the gold medal every time. They had been sitting in the heavy silence for a few moments and it was starting to piss Chayse off so she decided to break it. "Do you possess a talent other than pissing people off?" She questioned. She watched as he moved from the spot where he had been leaning against the wall and she knew he was going to do it. Knew he was going to invade her space and make it hard for her to breath, to think straight. Every time he did that her brain went into a state of confusion and her thoughts were utter Chaos. "Of course I do." He stated leaning down, his warm breath ghosted across her neck before he whispered in her ear, "I can make you cum with only my tongue. Would you like a demonstration?" Before she could respond, Nik had hoisted her high. Her ass sitting at the top of his chest. He looked up briefly. Those blue eyes locking with her hazel ones. He gave that smug smile again before lifting her even higher and allowing his head to disappear under her dress. Chayse felt the first slow swipe of his tongue over her panties clad pussy as he moved forward placing her back against the wall. All she could do was throw her head back...and moan.

"You hit my car and left 30 dollars?" "I know and I'm truly sorry." "What the hell am I supposed to do with 30 dollars?" "Sorry, it was all I had on me! I don't carry cash, alright. What did you expect me to do, leave my debit card?" "I expected to not walk out and find my car dented." ** This is a DIALOGUE book **