Page 46 of My Rules

I put my foot up onto my bathroom cabinet and rub in the overnight miracle serum. Then I rub it into the other one too.

I check my phone again.

Sales: 0

Ugh.

This stupid fucking Foot Finder dashboard ... is it even working?

I hear a knock, knock from downstairs.

Blake.

I bounce down the steps to see him standing at my front door, and I open it in a rush. “Hello.” He bows his head as he walks past me into my house.

“Hello, Dr. Grayson.” I slam the door closed. “You didn’t text me back today.”

“I was busy.” He looks around. “Where are your bookshelves?”

“In the hall.”

“I want to read a book; can I borrow one of yours?” He walks out into the hallway into my kitchen and begins to run his finger over the spines of my books on the shelf as he goes through them.

“I don’t think I have anything you’d like.” I cross my arms as I lean up against the wall. “We didn’t sell one picture today.”

“Do you like vampires?” he asks, distracted.

“Are you listening? I didn’t sell one picture today. My feet must be a turnoff.”

“How many cocks do the people in your books have?”

“What?” I scoff. I throw my hands up. “I don’t know what goes through that mind of yours sometimes. Focus.” I turn and march out to the living room.

I hear him pull a book off the shelf. “Can I take more than one?”

“Since when do you like romance books?” I call back.

“I’m trying to learn how to be romantic.”

“You are?” I screw up my face. “Since when?”

“Since now.”

“Why would you want to be romantic?” I call.

“Ahhh ...” He hesitates. “I’m thinking of settling down.”

What?

“With who?”

“Ahh ... I don’t know yet.” He walks out into the living room with a huge stack of books. “I’m borrowing these.”

I stare at him, my mind a clusterfuck of confusion. “Since when do you want to settle down?”

“It’s just a thought.” He shrugs. “So ... your feet?”

“Are obviously ugly.”

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