What the hell? “This is bullshit. You seriously won’t kiss me for free?” “Absolutely not.” She looks up and down my chiseled torso, eyes taking in my dense biceps and tattoos with only mild interest. An eyebrow cocks. “You’re not exactly my type.” Liar. “Kitten, you couldn’t be less my type even if you were sitting in that chair wearing nothing but that goddamn necklace.” Liar. “Please don’t ever call anyone kitten. It’s worse than sweetheart. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
