Page 31 of Pro Gamer's Aim

She nods thoughtfully. "Well, I meant what I said about Amy. She's great at what she does. And if she's on board, her followers will be too."

"Hmm." I rub my jaw. "Might be worth a conversation, at least."

"I can put in a good word for you, if you want." She smiles impishly. "Since I have an in with the boss and all."

I chuckle. "Appreciate it. Though I'm not sure how much credibility you'll have, considering you're currently shacking up with the company."

She giggles, the sound light and carefree. I could get used to hearing that. Used to being the one to cause it.

Ah, shit. I'm in deep, and loving every moment of it.

She takes another bite of steak, chewing slowly. I can practically hear the gears in her head working.

"We're not shacking up," she says suddenly, and I blink.

"What?"

Her fork jabs in my direction. "You said I'm shacking up with you. Shacking up implies we live together."

"Well…" I flick my eyes toward the duplex. "We live under the same roof. That'd qualify as shacking."

"Mm. No."

I lean forward, a grin tugging at my lips. "You slept in my bed, sweetheart. That would definitely qualify as shacking up."

She scoffs, shaking her head. "It was one night! Hardly a permanent arrangement."

"Ah, but what a night it was."

Pink blooms across her cheeks and down her neck. Fuck, I love how responsive she is. How easily I can fluster her.

"That's beside the point," she mumbles, stabbing a piece of steak with more force than necessary.

"Is it?" I tilt my head, studying her. "Because from where I'm sitting, it seems pretty damn relevant."

She meets my gaze, defiant despite the blush still staining her skin. "Sex does not equal cohabitation."

"Maybe not." I shrug. "But it's a start. A damn good one, if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you."

"Ouch." I press a hand to my chest in mock affront. "You wound me, bunny."

She rolls her eyes, but I catch the twitch of her lips. "I'm sure your ego will recover."

"Only if you kiss it better."

A surprised laugh bursts out of her. "Smooth, Asher. Real smooth."

I flash her a roguish grin. "I try."

She shakes her head, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Damn, I want to taste that smile. Feel it pressed against my own lips.

"Careful," she warns, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Keep this up and I might start to think you like me or something."

"Well, we can't have that." I lean back, folding my arms across my chest. "Guess I'll have to be meaner."

"Mm, I don't think you have a mean bone in your body." Her gaze rakes over me, hot and assessing. "Well, maybe one."

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