Would You Like Fries With That? (COMPLETED WITH EPILOGUE)

Would You Like Fries With That? (COMPLETED WITH EPILOGUE)

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Jul 2, 20132h 10m
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"Of all the restaurants of all the land, they had to waltz into mine. It was love at first sight: My note pad fell and his entire milkshake spilled, leaving a mess we both cleaned together. Our fingers touched and we both felt the sparks. I looked into his eyes, he the same, and soon he was eating my face." I said, the straight face I had plastered up disappearing as I broke into laughter. Stephanie Dame is an every-day Steak 'n Shake worker, just trying to make a living. Meeting all kind of weird people during the days, this one stood out in particular: Six teenagers just come walking in and stay for hours. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had to deal with them and their food obsessions for four hours, but now they want her to come to their flat with them? Question: They're five super hot guys, what could go wrong if she spent an hour or so at their place? Answer: Everything.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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