She stiffens a little, probably contemplating whether she should lie or just tell the truth. “Yes. It makes me feel good.”
“Makes sense,” I say sarcastically, causing her expression to twist into annoyance. But I can see through her. I can see the self-consciousness she’s trying to mask.
I c**k my head to the side. “I’m the wrong man to f**k with, Jessa.”
She stiffens slightly, but she maintains her position. “I’m not giving up the phone.”
“What did I tell you?” I say calmly. “You crave the drama.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Stop trying to pull reverse psychology on me. It won’t work.”
“What will work?” I ask, moving around her coffee table so that I’m standing right in front of her.
“Nothing,” she says. “I can’t be bought.”
“What about seduced?” I ask. “Can you be seduced?”
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