FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
Roxanne gave her the nickname, and the second it came out of her botox-filled lips, I hated it.
She blinked.
“I don’t do pity,” I added. “I do power plays. And this—” I reached across the console, took her hand in mine. She tensed. I didn’t let go. “—This is checkmate.”
“You’re such a bastard,” she muttered, staring at our hands.
I leaned in just enough to breathe against her ear. “Touch me again like that and I’ll make you scream my name loud enough for her to lose sleep.”
She jerked her hand back, but not before her fingers curled just slightly around mine.