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“My lips are sealed,” she said, a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “Can you French braid?” “Better than Cat can,” he snorted. “She made me learn to French braid. I made her a paintball warrior.” “You are a man of many talents.”
They were officially dating whether Paige liked it or not, whether she acknowledged it or not. And he wasn’t leaving her side.
“You’re really bossy.” “Yeah? How’s it feel to be on the receiving end?” he asked cheerfully as he helped her to her feet.
Yeah, now was not a great time. Now was a clusterfuck, the fuckiest clusterfuck in the history of clusterfuckery.
“I’ve thought about taking you here a thousand times,” he murmured against her mouth. “But we just started—” He didn’t let her finish. “This started a while ago for me.”
“Usually the only thing that makes a woman look the way you look is a penis that turns into an asshole.”
“Try not to inhale any of that he said, running a hand over the flaking paint. Probably lead-based.”
“Try not to inhale any of that”, he said,
“Here’s your first bit of family business. I’m in love with Paige here, but she won’t give me the time of day. So I’m going to be wearing her down during the course of this shoot, and I’d appreciate you all singing my praises to her.”
“Are you just going to do a documentary pointing out all the double standard shit? Or are you going to show women how to stand up to that garbage? From this penis-wielding guy, I think you’d be doing a disservice to your audience if you only show them how to identify a problem, not solve it.”
Had she walked away from him because it was easier than standing up for what she wanted? What kind of a feminist was she if she only wanted to call attention to double standards and unfair treatment rather than actually fight them?
He wrapped her hair around his other fist and slowly, slowly eased out of her. She watched his eyes when he sank back into her and saw the fire there.
fined
Refined? Filed?
“I’ll get down on one knee if you want me to,” Gannon offered. “But we both know it’s not my style. So how about I tell you what I want, and you tell me if it’s something that fits.”
