It All Started With Tea

It All Started With Tea

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Rebecca Davis was an independent, carefree, 20 year old New Yorker with a job that brings in money like it was air. Or at least that's what she wanted to be. In reality, Rebecca Davis was a sassy 20 year old with 3 minimum wage jobs and she depended on tea. Tea was her life. She loved tea more than her mother. But now, not so much. Now, she was helping an arrogant jerk impress her sister. Why? Because he threatened her that if she didn't help him then she would never be able to step inside her favorite tea shop ever again. And she caved in immediately. That's how much she loves tea. It's sad really. Stupid tea.
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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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