Page 97 of How to Win the Girl

I have them on my arms and chest, too. Though I’m not a redhead, my cousins are.

We notice lots of things.

Why does he keep using loaded statements that make me want to get into detail? To make him get more specific?

Suddenly, I’m so thirsty.

I’m nauseating myself.

Such as…?

Well. Like I said, the freckles on your nose. And the dimple you have in your chin—and how your hair is dark but has some blond highlights, depending on how the sun hits it.

Wait.

Is he for real?

This is such specific information.

Why is he telling me all this?

Because.He thinks you think he is his brother, and he doesn’t care.

But…

He’s stringing these sentences together as if he’s actually physically attracted to me. And as if…he’s noticed all these things about me. Surely, he wouldn’t say this stuff if he didn’t care at least a little?

You’re reading too much into it, Daisy.

Drake Colter is a player.

You sure do seem to be focused on them freckles. Fun fact: they’re all over my arms and my chest, too—I’m sure you’ll get to see them later…

I’m flirting with the wrong brother, and once again, poking the bear to get a reaction.

Drake does not disappoint.

Freckles on all your best bits?

Indeed.

Do you have any?

Can’t say that I do. Just a birthmark here and there.

Ah.

Ah.

I stare at thatAhof his, not sure what to say next. Imagine Drake sprawled out on his bed, no shirt, just boxers, all tan and toned with his sexy, arrogant self.

Ugh. Now I want to touch myself.

So. What’d you think of my brother?

He gets straight to the point, doesn’t he? No sugarcoating anything.

Seems like a nice guy.

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