Daddies Taste Better
I sighed again, softer this time.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, turning back to my notes even though I knew I wasn’t going to get much done with him sitting right across from me.
“I know,” he let out with a casual shrug. Then, after a beat, he added, “You, on the other hand, are fucking boring as hell.”
I blinked and looked up at him. “Boring?”
He nodded, completely unapologetic. “Yeah. Boring.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back in my chair. “Maybe that’s because I’m not here to entertain you.”