So This Is War (Vancouver Agitators, #5)

by Meghan Quinn

“And what game is that? Because I know I’ve been a part of this from the beginning, but I’m still confused. What the hell is going on?” “The who is going to break first game,” I say. “And when you say break, you mean . . .” “Give in to the eroticism. Come on, Sandie, keep up.” “Right, right. We’re always coming back to the eroticism.” “Exactly.” I shake my head. “God, he thought he was so good. He thought he could just skate on by, drive me nuts with his pectorals on display and his bulge ready to be unwrapped. Ohhhh no, I see right through him. When I said this is war, I meant it, Sandie. Time to strap on the war paint.” “You know, you sound a bit, um, unhinged at the moment, and I just want to make sure we’re maintaining our goals.” “Oh, we’re maintaining them all right. We’re controlling our goals. We’re taking the men by the dick, and we’re making them all suffer.” “Okay, so when you say things like that, do you mean you’re taking your dad by the dick as well? Because although I enjoy the play on words, I’m just afraid we’re not thinking entirely straight here.” “I would never grab my dad by the dick.” “Good, okay, now I feel like we’re⁠—” “But I would grab him by the man nipples.” “Ehh, okay, now we’re back to me being concerned.”