But I won’t have him throw me away like this. I wanted the way out he offered, but he didn’t let me take it.
The least he can do is treat me like I matter.
I let my legs fall and swing from the table. “Will I find an ointment for a sore pussy in my mailbox this time?”
He stops a few steps away from the door and spins around, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t be a brat.”
“Don’t be a jerk. I’m not a sex doll that you use and discard.”
“No, you’re not. I haven’t fucked you yet.”
My neck and cheeks heat, but I carry on, “Either give me the respect I deserve or let me go.”
“I told you it’s too late to let you go.”
“The answer is simple then.”
He raises a brow.
“I mean it, Creighton. If you think I’m bluffing, try me. I’ll go fake date Brandon. Just make sure you don’t regret it afterward, because there’s a trope in romance novels that’s called fake dating and it always becomes the real thing.”
His brows dip and his eyes taper as his cold voice rings in the air. “There will be no dating Brandon, fake or not.”
“Then give me what I want.”
“And what do you want, little purple?”
I hop from the table and, dammit, I totally overestimated my abilities, because my pussy throbs like crazy.
Creighton must see the change on my face, too, because his darkened gaze slides to my now covered pussy before his eyes finally meet mine.
Waiting.
Intimidating.
I step toward him. “Take me on a date and I’ll tell you what I want.”
“I don’t do dates.”
My face must look monstrous with all the tears, but I still flip my hair. “In that case, I guess you’ll have to start.”
Then I brush past him with my head held high.
14
CREIGHTON
“Is this your idea of a date?” I run my gaze over the picnic-like setting on the roof of the shelter.
When Annika demanded a date yesterday, I was ready to ignore her.
But that’s the thing about this infuriating girl. She’s impossible to ignore.
Every time I pretend she’s not there, she barges in with her colorful, chatty, and absolutely bratty presence.
Today, she came to volunteer with a huge carryall bag slung over her shoulder. Now, I see what it was for.
A checkered purple sheet lies on the ground and on top of it rests countless dishes. Pasta, meatballs, three types of salad, fish and chips, and a basket of fruits.