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I say, shaking my head. “No, I did it for you, Peaches.” “I’m supposed to be paying you, not the other way around, Benedict.” “Well…” He sidles up to me leaning in to nose at my neck. “If you want to pay me, you could let me give you a tip of my own. If you know what I mean.” I can’t help but burst out laughing at the sheer corniness of that pick up line. “That was horrible, truly. I can’t reward that kind of behavior.”

“It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?” I rolled my eyes. Men these days had no shame. They just went up to women anywhere and asked for sex. After taking my book back, I stuffed it in my purse. “Is this how you pick up women? You go to the bookstore and try to get them to go home with you?” He let his eyes roam down my body and shrugged. “Maybe …” His smirk widened. “You know, I find girls like you—the quiet, shy bookworms—always the most fun.”

And shook my head to get rid of his thoughts. He chuckled observing my every action. I was making myself a laughingstock. "Did anyone tell you how beautiful you look when you smile?" Tilting his head he asked me. I looked at him and found him so adorable that I took everything in me not to kiss him right away. So I just looked away from his face. Do boys like this cheesy pickup line so much that everyone uses the same line to woo a girl? Leo once asked me the same question when we were having sex. Still, I wanted to hear what Daniel thought about me.

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Like he owns me which is something I will not have. Straightening my back, I kept my chin up and exhaled. "My books are over that table. Since you're here, let's get started we don't have all day." My response caught him by surprise, his demeanor shaped into just that. Surprise. That bad boy aura, talks of kisses, hard kisses, they usually have all the girl squirming and soon after begging for him to touch them. It didn't work on me. It doesn't work on me. "Do you still need me to tutor you?"

"I even wondered if you are a band-aid, because I scraped my knees falling for you." "..." "Anyway, are you single?" "..." "If you are, I ought to complain to Spotify for you not being named this week's hottest single." Chocolate got tired of the man's pickup line. She bored a look at him and dropped her threat, "Get lost. I'm capable of killing you, BASTARD." The man, who planned of saying: 'Are you a vegetable? You are so cute-cumber.' But he retreated his plan because this woman in front of him isn't cute at all!

Bee is silent for a moment while she thinks, “Oh, the bookstore just opened last week in the mall, take her in there and tell her you’ll buy her any book she wants. Or maybe buy her a pretty bookmark?” I feel my heart burning. “Nice idea! You’re secretly smart, aren’t you?” Axel laughs, “Don’t you think?” He turns to me, but I can’t help myself this time, I groan and grab my chest – the pain is getting too much to keep a straight face. “Dude, you okay?”

But, it’s better to have company than be alone tonight. Instead, she nodded. “Go ahead.” The stranger then smiled and sat beside her, eyeing her with a hungry stare. He surely has his looks, but he’s obviously a womanizer. But, it’s better to have company than be alone tonight. The man then cleared his throat and offered his hand, “I’m Ian, by the way.” “I’m Maria.” She lied, not wanting to reveal her identity. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you.” She grimaced at that, hearing that overused line for a million times now. Can’t they be creative and think of another pickup line? Men really have the same brain cells.

Mary Lin said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Here, young lady. You can take it and read it tonight but remember to return it to me.” Pushing the book in front of Quinlynn’s face, Mary Lin said, “Young lady, I wish you good luck! After reading this book, I feel you can be a great domineering CEO and capture your little lamb!” Quinlynn was overwhelmed by Mary’s enthusiastic behaviour. She could only spill out one word, “O-okay…”

“Now you definitely have my attention.” “You might regret that.” “I doubt it.” He smiled, and it transformed his entire face. “I have a feeling this is going to be the most interesting dinner I’ve attended in years.” “Just food,” I said, echoing his earlier words. “Dinner is never just food when you’re sharing it with a beautiful mystery woman wearing someone else’s life.” Heat crept up my neck. “Is that your usual pickup line at charity events?” “I don’t usually need pickup lines. And this definitely isn’t usual.”