He rolls his eyes as he stands and walks toward me. “I’m not your personal assistant, Eliza.” I smile up at my handsome friend. His hair hangs over his forehead, and his big blue eyes hold mine. He’s too good-looking to be this intelligent. He should be a model on the cover of a magazine. I rearrange his tie, and I smile because I know I’m the only person who gets to boss him around. To the rest of the world he’s a bastard, but to me he’s a big pussy cat. “Yes, you are.” I rise onto my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “And you know it.” He smirks and holds out his arm and I link it with mine.
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