“That’s last on the to-do list,” says Brody confidently. “Since you already have a place to stay. With amazing views. And a fantastic landlord. Rent free.”
“Rent free? No. I’m not comfortable staying there without paying you anything.”
Brody’s pause is unnaturally loud. “If you ever say anything so stupid to me again, I’ll take you over my knee. Not in a good way, before you get too excited.”
I can tell by his tone that he’s dead serious. But what he doesn’t know is that I’m dead serious, too. I pay my own way. I always have and I always will. Nobody’s giving me a handout, even if I do happen to be shagging him.
Or whatever it is we’re doing.
“We’ll talk about this on our date.”
His tone turns from stern to playful. “So you accept?”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t be so hasty. Where are
