“What’s your name, gorgeous?” I blinked. Did he really just say that? Even though it was technically a compliment, the way he’d delivered the cheesy line was anything but flattering, and I felt my expression sour. “My name is ‘Not Interested.’” His friends snickered, but the guy was unfazed. If anything, it seemed to egg him on. He stepped toward me, invading my space. He was close. Too close, and I backpedaled—only the wall was there, hot against my back. His friends kept their distance. Most seemed uninterested in what was going on, but it was hard not to feel intimidated with the tall guy
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