“Should I be worried about how much thought you’ve put into this?” He cocked his eyebrow at me, a smile on his handsome face. “Bitch, please, I routinely plot the deaths and disposal of people who piss me off. I’m never gonna do it, but it’s fun to fantasize.” “You’re kind of scary for someone who looks like a cherub.” I batted my eyelashes and put on my best innocent look. “I have no idea what you mean, sir.”
