Page 116 of How to Win the Girl

“What do you want to do about this,” I repeat, thinking I’m being clear enough, not sure what she seems so confused about.

“This?” She blinks at me in the darkened cab of the truck. “What do you want to do about…this?”

Fuck if I’m not flailing here.

“You tell me.”

Daisy lets out a laugh that’s borderline manacle, her hand reaching for her purse—and the door handle. “This has been a great talk, but it seems to be going nowhere. So I’ll just leave you to your evening.” She pulls the handle. “Drive safe. Thanks for telling me the truth.”

I don’t actually believe she’s going to walk away until she starts walking away, tucking her purse beneath her armpit as she navigates the rickety sidewalk leading up to the door—even beneath the shadows, I can see that it needs to be ripped up and redone.

Halfway to the door and she hasn’t turned around like I expect her to.

“Follow her, you idiot,”I mutter to no one.“Don’t just let her walk away.”

I climb down out of my truck, slamming the door; it echos in the quiet, dark night as I catch up to Daisy, who doesn’t have to fumble for a house key because it’s already open.

Her roommate is inside; I see her moving around the dimly lit kitchen, standing in front of the microwave.

“Daisy. I’m an idiot. Don’t go inside yet, please—hear me out.”

She turns, smiling sweetly. “I suppose I could since you saidplease.”

Man, she’s pretty.

Sexy with the top half of her tits illuminated by the moonlight.

I want to eat her up…

“I’m a jackass, I admit it. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me.” Her chin goes up. “I was pissed.”

“Alright. I’m sorry I pissed you off.”

“I have a feeling I would have to get used to it if I let you stick around.”

“If I let you stick around,” I repeat. “Now wouldn’t that be nice?”

“The jury is still out.”

She shifts on her heels, the soft glow of light from inside creating a halo, ethereal effect around her hair. She looks like a freaking angel although I know she’s far from it.

The smell of her is still on my hands.

My scruff.

“What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” I whisper, stepping closer.

“Nothing.” Daisy laughs, hands going up so I keep my distance. “Get your mind out of the gutter. There will not be a repeat of tonight.”

Really?

Damn.

But Daisy is flirting with me, dang if she isn’t. Not in the same way more women flirt with me—they’re usually more obvious about it, some of them as bold as offering to suck my dick, no strings attached…if you count that as flirting.

Daisy? She’s more subtle.

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