“You’ve got no fucking idea,” he mutters, his lips hovering so close to mine, tempting me with the filthy little promises they hold. “What’s it gonna be, Mace? I’m not playing your little games. Despite me showing up like this while you’re working, I’m not chasing you. If you want to see what this is, then say that, but I’m not dancing around your little ‘I don’t date my neighbors’ bullshit.”
I liked him...... until this.
