"What are you doing?" Knox asked.
I didn't bother looking up.
"Booking a cab." I typed in my address. "And going home. It's late."
I finally glanced at him. "We'll discuss the rest later. Maybe over text." I paused before narrowing my eyes. "Speaking of which... how did you even get my number?"
He ignored the question entirely.
"If we're doing this, Wren Harper Kennedy..." His voice dropped into that calm, authoritative tone that somehow always managed to make me pay attention. "...then we're doing it by my rules."
He stepped closer until he was towering over me again.
I hated how often he did that.
"Rule number one." His eyes locked onto mine. "There is no fake-dating."
I blinked. "What?"
"I am not your boy toy that you can pull out whenever your reputation needs fixing."
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