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SCARLETT
On that note, I dropped my grilled cheese sandwich on the bicnic tray in front of me and stared at him, stunned.
Dammit. Deviant, after all. All of this was too good to be true. If there was one thing I was not interested in, it was helping some dude play out his sick i****t fantasies.
Not today.
“Hey. What? What’s going on up there?” He tapped my temple, and I shrank away from his touch.
You’ve done it again, Scarlett. You need to make peace with the fact that your picker is way off.
“Scarlett, please. Before making assumptions, will you please just listen?”
I pressed my hands to my stomach. If I were getting rid of the most interesting guy to come my way, as in ever, then I would hear out his little fetishes to make an educated rejection of said animal Dr. Dreamy.
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