Page 9 of Stalking His Assassin

“Do you want honesty, or is this a pretty lies situation?”

“Honesty, please,” she replies quietly.

“It’s highly probable. The first guy reels the girl and her friends in, then the second and third guys join with drinks and slide into the conversation to work the woman’s friends.”

“That’s horrible.”

“The world is a shitty place, Harp. It’s possible it was just a guy shooting his shot with a hot girl,” I shrug.

“I wouldn’t have drunk it.”

“I know. I took it to make a statement. You’re too nice. You know I prefer a blunt approach.”

She giggles. “I guess I should be proud that you played my girlfriend instead of starting a brawl like a heathen.”

“Definitely be proud. It was a struggle to hold back.”

“Thanks, Grace. I know you hate going out, and tonight didn’t exactly end on a high note, but I had a lot of fun anyway.”

“It wasn’t terrible…”

She gives me a look that screams bullshit.

“Dinner was fantastic, and the dancer was excellent.”

“Oh my God! She was amazing. I wish I could dance like that. So graceful yet sexy. I don’t think my body is capable of moving like that.”

“I’m pretty sure she trained as a professional ballerina,” I say.

“I always thought ballerinas were prim and proper…”

“Maybe she’s just a rebel.”

Harper giggles, proving she’s still a little more than tipsy despite our serious conversation. “I want to be a rebel ballerina.”

I pull up in front of Harper’s building. “Let’s get you inside.”

“You don’t have to walk me in,” she argues when I park and unbuckle.

I roll my eyes. I do that a whole lot around her. “Yes, I do.”

“You’ll get a ticket or towed,” she says, pointing out that I’m double parked.

“Doubtful, but the faster I get you to your apartment, the faster I’ll be able to leave.”

She grumbles but quits arguing. She knows it’s a losing battle.

“You’re more of a gentleman than any of my boyfriends ever were,” she giggles. “You pick me up, pay for meals, walk me to my door, and don’t expect sex in return.”

“Because you’ve dated assholes,” I say bluntly.

“Very true. That’s why I’m done with boys. I want a real man. I’m going to find me a sliver fox that’ll spoil me like a princess. He’s going to be the king of orgasms too. I’ll be a princess with orgasms…”

I laugh. “Definitely time for the princess to go to bed.”

“Don’t judge me. I’m sick of self-made orgasms. You’d think with as big of a dick as Mateo had, orgasms would have been sooo easy. Nope… Size really isn’t everything if he can’t use it. Right?”

“Sounds right,” I say, even though I have zero practical knowledge of if it’s true or not.

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