What the hell? It’s not like I want her to want me, but it’s damn weird that she doesn’t. I just want to fuck with her, to tease her, to have the upper hand like I’m supposed to. But she just keeps … schooling me. “Okay, so I’m emailing you a list of options now. Pull it up and we’ll eliminate based—” “I’m hungry.” “You just ate.” “I had a sandwich.” “You had two sandwiches and a bag of jerky. And a Vitamin Water.” “I’m hungry.” She huffs, pushing to her feet without verbal complaint, so I hop up and start packing my stuff as she packs hers. “Chinese or Mexican?” I ask, glancing over to her,
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