Page 128 of Kiss the Villain

“Now what?” he grumbles.

“I hate the smell. It’s also rude to smoke indoors.”

“Didn’t think you cared about what’s considered rude.”

“I do sometimes.”

Not really. I also don’t care about the smell, but I noticed he doesn’t smoke much. I’ve only seen him do it once in his bath and never on campus, so it’s better he quits.

He folds the newspaper and, unfortunately, removes the glasses. “Anything else you hate? Let’s hear it.”

“You, for instance.”

“I’m well aware. Next?”

“Dogs.”

“Why?”

“I was attacked once. Rabid.”

“Did it scare you?”

“No, it disgusted me.”

“Anything else?”

“French.”

“French?”

“Learned it as a kid, but I hate it now.”

“Fair. It’s overrated.”

“You speak it?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. Korean and French. What other languages do you speak?” I know—German and Chinese, but talking to him is different than reading the cold information Nadine sends.

“Some German and Mandarin Chinese.”

“Why did you learn those languages?”

“German and Chinese for business. Korean for Mom Jina, because she prefers speaking it instead of English, and French because my moms live in Lausanne, which is on the French-speaking side of Switzerland.”

“Have you lived there?”

“Not for long.”

“Because you chose to live with your dad?”

“How do you know that?”

Fuck. Shit.

I got that from Nadine. He shouldn’t know I hired a PI to stalk him for me.

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