Page 98 of How to Win the Girl

NICE guy? Ok

Okay?

I almost laugh out loud, picturing the pout on his face.

Oh—big guy’s annoyed that I’m not giving him any information. What does he want me to say, that he’s sexy as hell, and I can’t stop thinking about that dumb gap between his teeth or picturing him with no shirt on?

As if.

I’m fake dating his brother, for crying out loud!

Sort of.

Not really.

This is his fault, and he has the nerve to get salty.

What’s so wrong with me calling him a nice guy?

Nice? When other words would be more appropriate?

Words like…?

Sexy. Hot. Smoke show.

Are you serious? In what world would I say that to a man’s face whom I was dating. ABOUT HIS BROTHER.

I hit send before I can stop myself, the words spilling from my fingers onto the screen.

I was just asking!

OMG it would NOT be okay for me to say things like that!

But if it was, would you say things like that?

OMG

I laugh, head still against the headboard, a nervous giggle erupting from my stomach. It would serve him right if I began speaking to him—about himself—in a way that would be taboo if this were actually Drew.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I type.

Actually. Now that you mention it…

Yeah?

I can almost hear him leaning forward, fully invested in my appraisal of him.

On one hand, this affords me to say whatever is on my mind; on the other, texts messages live on forever.

I noticed his arms are really ripped—way more toned than yours are.

Shoot, I shouldn’t have said that. I feel terrible now!

No, it’s cool. You’re right, my arms are way more ripped—I mean.

Shit, typo.

I meant HIS are more ripped, LOL, sorry, got distracted by the noise outside the house, I think someone is having a party.

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