You like her.” My jaw tightens. “No.” “Then you wouldn’t mind if I make a move? She’s hot,” Darius says. “She’s mine!” I growl, jumping up. Darius laughs. “Don’t like her much, huh?” I drop back into my seat. I fell for it. “Well-played, counselor,” I mutter. “But for the record, that wasn’t my smoothest move.” Darius’ eyebrows arch above his designer frames. “Oh, we noticed.”
