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“My name is Greyson, but you can call me Greyifyou’re nasty,” he adds with a disarming smile.

The audacity of this man.

My eyebrows shoot up, and I chuckle to myself.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Greyson,” I say, drawing out his name.

His smile falters.

“What? Disappointed that I’m not nasty?” I say in a mocking tone.

“No, I’m certain that book you’re reading isnasty,and I’ll know soon enough,” he states with a wink.

I throw my head back in laughter.

Alright. He’s cute and funny.

“I’d only be disappointed if I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Selah, if you’re naughtyornice,” I tease.

I reach out my hand awkwardly to shake his. He zeroes in on it before returning my handshake. Looks like he’s curious about my tattoo.Happier than everinked on the side of my right thumb. His large hand engulfs mine in a firm shake.

“Selah,” he repeats to himself in a softer tone.

Testing it on his tongue, savoring it. I feel goosebumps erupt throughout my body at the sound of my name on his lips.

Fuck.

“Did you move in recently? I’ve never seen you before.”

“Yeah, I moved in about three months ago. I work from home and don’t leave the house much.”

He looks intrigued. “What got you out of the house tonight?”

“A date,” I respond flatly.

“Wasn’t a good one?”

I shake my head and say, “they never are.”

The elevator stops on the sixth floor.

“That’s me.” I chuckle nervously.

I get off, take a few steps, and stop in my tracks. For some reason, I’m not ready to part with him just yet.Weird.Once he notices me, he holds the doors open and waits.

“I know you were just making conversation, but thanks for asking about my book. I know you’re not going to read it.” I stare down at my feet.

“You thought I was just saying that? You sold me. We’ll discuss it when I see you again.”

I look up at him with a playful smile.

“What makes you think you’ll be seeing me again?”

He stares at me deadpan.

“You live here. I’ll have the pleasure of running into you again.”

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