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“Okay, where should I start?” I ask, hitting the search button.

She studies me for a moment, looking from my phone up to my eyes curiously. Like she’s trying to figure out my game here.

“Well what kind of stuff do you usually listen to?” Brooke finally asks, leaning back in her chair and swiveling it toward me. She has one long leg crossed over the other, bouncing the toe of her chuck taylor sneaker.

I shrug. “Mostly rap. Hip hop. Whatever’s on the radio. But I’m open to suggestions.”

Brooke sighs, rolling her eyes as if my music taste is deplorable.

She reaches for her own phone lying face down on the desk, clicking the home button and navigating to the Spotify app. “Here, I’ll share a playlist with you. What’s your Spotify username?”

“Huh?”

“Your e-mail.”

“Uhh… like the one I registered my account under? Can’t you just text it to me?”

She groans, and the sound is eerily…sexual. It does something to my dick.

“Here,” she sighs, tossing her phone into my lap. “Send it to yourself.”

She’s got a blank message open on the screen with the playlist share link ready to go. I drop my own phone into my lap and pick up hers, entering my number and hitting send.

My phone vibrates against my crotch.Message received.

“Thanks,” I say, handing her phone back to her. I pick up my own, opening up the message and adding the playlist she shared to my own Spotify account. I start to scroll through it absently, not recognizing half of the band names on the playlist. Brooke resumes her furious typing.

Click. Click. Click.

“So are you coming out tonight?” I ask, still scrolling.

The clicking stops, and I can feel her eyes on me.

“Yeah. I’m going out. With somefriends.” The way she emphasizes the word ‘friends’ is obviously meant to indicate that I’m not included in her plans.

“Cool.”

Click. Click. Click.

“Guess I’ll see you there.”

She stops again, and this time, I look up to meet her eyes. They’re so fucking blue- I swear I’ve never seen eyes as blue as hers. Not that I’m paying attention to chicks’eyesvery often. I scold myself mentally for even noticing.

Brooke studies my face again. She’s still trying to figure me out.

She purses her lips. “Maybe.”

I flash her a smile. A faint blush forms on her cheeks and she looks away quickly.

She totally wants me.

Guess I’m making progress. With what, I don’t know, but I’m smugly satisfied with myself for turning yesterday’s ‘no’ into a ‘maybe’.

There’s something about Brooke’s whole ‘good girl’ persona that turns me on a little bit. I’ve never been with someone like her before. I wonder if she’s really that good, or if there’s a bad girl lurking somewhere inside.

I wasn’t sure what I was getting at with her before, but now I know.

Idefinitelywant to sleep with her.

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