“Oh, Mr. Beckett. You are as naïve as you are pretty.” She gives my chest a patronizing pat. “The very last place I’m going is home with you.” “Why?” My face dips closer, and I notice the exact moment her breath catches in her throat. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip, spurring on my next whisper. “I wanna fuck you silly. Maybe put you in the penalty box.” Olivia’s face breaks with a snicker, and it’s as cute as the snort. “You can’t seriously tell me you pick up women with lines like that?”
