“I can easily change your mind.” I wink at her. “And I think you’re lying.” “I’m not.” She stomps her foot. “I don’t like you.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” I laugh. Then I go for it—my hand slides down and cups her butt. It’s the biggest mistake, because my dick instantly hardens. I grab her arm and turn her around, her back pressed to my chest. “I can be slow, as you said that day, but I’m not an idiot. You like me.” “I hate you,” she hisses,
