Get On Your Knees

"Stoff, don't make me beat your ass! You might be taller than me but you're also a twig." I hiss.
"Oh get off your high horse and admit you like me." Denis flirted.
"Would you quit hitting on me and answer the damn interview questions! Im on this tour to write articles, not sleep around." I retort.
"You want a drink?" He offered.
"Jack Daniel's would be great." I say, massaging my temples. God, this guy was a walking migraine. I watched him intently as he poured by drink.
"What, you don't trust me?" He asked, seeming a bit hurt.
"I trust no one. Had to learn that the hard way." I snap.
"Don't you ever smile?" He asked.
"I would if I could get this interview done!" I exclaim. He chuckled.
"I only act like a smartass to piss you off." He said with a stupid grin.
"Why do you do that?" I ask, annoyed.
"Because I like you. You haven't figured that out yet?" He replied smugly.
"Denis, I'm trying to keep things professional but you're making it rather difficult." I say gritting my teeth. Denis put his arm around me and said
"Because you like me." I rolled my eyes and groaned.
"And you say I need to get off my high horse. Why do you keep flirting even though I made it clear I'm not interested?" I ask.
"I like a challenge." He said.
"Arrogant ass." I mumble.
"Stubborn bitch." He replies. I can't help but laugh. His arrogance could be funny at times. After some Jack, of corse.
"There's that smile I've been waiting to see. You're prettiest when you smile." He says. Does he ever stop flirting? Damn!
"And right back to hitting on me!" I say.
"You didn't think I'd give up that easy, did you?"