Page 14 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

“And I meant that you didn’t callmeto call in the deal. Did you forget about me, or are you just having second thoughts?”

The faint note of pain in his first question had an instant echo inside me, but I refused to linger on it.

“I call in deals when and where I want to, Andino, and not a second before. Besides, shouldn’t you be happy I didn’t call? No Heartbreaker putting his messy fingers all over your orderly life.”

“I’m delirious with happiness.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to contain a stupid smile from coming out. “You, little—”

“I’m here to offer myself.”

Wait.

Brain, don’t get bad ideas.

I stared, shocked and with a hardening dick at Antony, standing poker-faced in front of me.

Seeing my shock, it must have downed on him how it sounded, and a faint blush tinted his cheeks as he quickly added, “To be your valet. Fulfill my part of the deal. No funny business.”

Right.

“Well, if that’s all, you can—”

“You have ten seconds to claim the offer, or it will be gone forever.”

Say that again?

I sent him the most intimidating glare I had in me. “This is not how this works.”

Antony wasn’t deterred and the fuckingdickstarted counting backwards. “Ten.”

“You don’t make therules, Andino.”

“I do now since you won’t. Nine.”

“I’ll claim my deal when I feel like it.”

“You’ll do it in the next nine seconds or I’ll be leaving this place forever.Eight.”

I stared dazedly at the most ridiculous guy I’d ever met. “You think I’d let you out of this bathroom.”

“Seven. You’re only an inch taller than me, and I know all your weak spots.”

I glared full force at him. Right now, I regretted ever confiding in him. “What if I’m not ticklish anymore?”

“Should we find out?” His stare was so defiant. Like he wanted me to say yes, to throw hands or something.

Cocky Antony was my kryptonite.

That was the cold, hard truth.

“Six,” he continued when I didn’t respond.

“You’re going to regret this, Andino.”

“Not for you to worry about.Five.”

It had been at least a minute now since he’d started counting, but who cared?

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