What the hell was I doing? He was able to make me lower my guard far too easily.
“Put me down,” I snapped yet again, wriggling in his arms. “And don’t call me baby.”
“No and no,” he shot back in the same final tone I had used. His grip on me never faltered. “Tell me where you live.”
I nearly screamed in frustration. “You don’t get to make demands of me, you…you buttface!”
Grayson’s eyes glittered in amusement. “Buttface?” he repeated.
I couldn’t even let myself be embarrassed over the terrible insult I came up with, too consumed by my anger. “Yes, you’re a buttface! And a jackass and a…a jerk!
Now put me down! And leave me alone!”
Grayson ignored me, chuckling with amusement as he once again threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.
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