Page 30 of Not That Into You

“True. So, you owe me.”

“Not happening.”

He pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“As advertised.” Which is why we’re such an odd pair. Cameron is known as the life of the party, while I’m known for my resting scowl face.

“In all seriousness, Cameron, if I’m going to convince people I’m your girlfriend, I should know more about you.”

He sighs. “Like what?”

“Like what you studied in college.”

“Business.”

“Business?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I need more than that.”

“I doubt it. Nobody cares what I studied. They’ll be more interested in talking about who made what deal and who’s sleeping with whom.”

“Okay. Have you made any big deals lately?”

“I am a big deal.”

I groan. “Of course. The original BFD.”

He smiles. “You got it.”

I let out a heavy sigh but resist rolling my eyes since I’m concerned about pulling an eye muscle from overuse. And I need to practice restraining myself. I need to be batting my eyes at Cameron this weekend, not rolling them.

I blink rapidly and try to smile.

He frowns. “What are you doing?”

“Practicing looking adoring.”

“You look like you’re having a fit.”

“A fit of adoration.” I bat my lashes some more, but he only grimaces.

“Please stop.”

“Fine.” At least I’m making an effort. “By the way, I studied graphic design in college.”

“I figured.”

I tap my fingers on my leg. What else do I really need to know about Cameron? I already know he’s arrogant and entitled, the beloved scion of The Stanhope Group. The only scion? “Do you have any siblings?”

“A brother and sister.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He glances at me. “Why do you look surprised?”

“I guess I assumed you were an only child.”

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