Page 12 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

I roll my eyes, but my fingers tighten around my phone. Because the worst part? A small, traitorous part of me almost wishes I did. Nope. Not going there. I need a reality check, and there’s only one person who will give it to me straight. I dial Sophie, leaning against my desk in the office as the line rings.

"Tell me why men are the absolute worst," I demand the second she picks up. Sophie’s laughter filters through the line. "Oh, this should be good. Are we talkingallmen, or just one in particular?"

I groan, rubbing my temples. "Why do you even ask?"

"Because if this is about Grayson, I need to grab popcorn."

"It’s not about Grayson."

"Mmmhmm." I can practically hear her smirking. "So, you didn’t call me at…" she pauses, checking the time, "…seven thirty in the morning to complain about him specifically?"

I sigh. "Fine. It’s slightly about Grayson."

"Go on."

"He’s just... he’s so…ugh." I wave my hand, as if she can see my frustration. "Smug. Infuriating. And completely convinced he’s winning."

Sophie hums. "And this has nothing to do with the fact that you’re totally attracted to him?"

I choke on air. "Excuse me?"

"Please. I know you, Margot. If youreallyhated him, you wouldn’t waste your time thinking about him this much."

I scowl. "I’m notthinkingabout him. I’m plotting."

"Sure, sure," she teases. "Strategizing how to kiss him or how to kill him? Be honest."

I bury my face in a pillow. "Both. Probably both."

Sophie laughs. "That tracks. So what did he do this time?"

I sigh, launching into the details of our latest exchange. By the time I finish, she’s cackling.

"Oh, you are so screwed."

"I hate you."

"No, you hate how much youdon’thate him."

I scowl. "Remind me why I called you again?"

"Because you needed someone to tell you the truth. And the truth is, you like this game you two are playing."

I groan, throwing my arm over my eyes. Maybe I do. But that doesn’t mean I have to admit it.

"It doesn’t matter," I say. "Because I’m going to win."

Sophie snorts. "Famous last words, babe.

10

GRAYSON

I’m already at the office when my phone buzzes, right as I take my first sip of coffee. I don’t have to look to know who it’s from, I sent a text ten minutes ago, fully expecting her to take the bait.

Grayson:Bet you spent all night thinking about me.

Margot:In your dreams, King.

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