“No. You’re just not my type.”
The very moment Alexei said that, a shadow of an emotion passed inside both Lorenzo and Agatha’s eyes. The former had a satisfied look on his face, showing us that he was quite entertained with what the two were putting on for a show, but the latter, well, let’s just say she’s more than ready to murder someone.
And I think that someone is the guy beside me who’s smiling challengingly at her while still clutching his book tightly.
He sure knows how to pick a fight.
“You’re just about as gentle as a jackhammer,” Agatha said and reclined on her seat, crossing her legs to expose a little bit of skin.
Her little trick worked like a charm though, because I saw Alexei’s eyes sparkle with interest as he examined her from head to toe.
“I can tell you can’t take
