Do Your Worst

by Rosie Danan

“It’s called brooding,” Clark said, standing up a little straighter, “and no one complained when Darcy did it.” “Yeah, well”—she gave him a look just shy of a leer—“that’s because Colin Firth had the decency to get his shirt wet.”

Riley shouldn’t do this. They’d been in a constant power struggle since they met. He thought she was beneath him. She wanted to be.