“Calm and confident,” she answers. “You need to show him the middle finger without actually showing him your middle finger.”
I force a smile. “You could pull that off, but I’m not sure I can manage it.”
“It just takes practice. You think I was born confident?”
“Are you referring to who I think you’re referring to?”
I try really hard not to blush. “Well…”
She waves a hand. “Forget him. He’s not human.”
“It means he’s Bratva. When you’re born to the life, it consumes you. Leo has to be stronger, more resilient, and more ruthless than the average person. Comparing yourself to him is only going to lead to disappointment.”
I frown, wondering if there’s hidden meaning in her words. Is she trying to tell me I’m not good enough for him?
“Go on then. Splash some cold water on your face.”
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