“I have absolutely no desire,” she starts slowly, enunciating every word, for my benefit I’d guess, “to be another notch in your bedpost. I’m sure this whole messy hair, pretty green eyes, crooked smile bullshit you’ve got going on melts many panties, but not mine.” I dip my head, smiling. “So you admit it. You think I’m pretty.” Olivia rolls her eyes. “There’s not a bit of me that’s surprised that that’s your takeaway.”
