His Contract Wife
Even his face wasn’t the same.
“Am I?” he teased.
Her whole body had gone rigid, with her hands clenched on her lap.
“Your bio says you’re 6 foot 4, Carlson.”
“Does it?” He laughed through his reply, and her hand closed around her milkshake. She should pour the remaining content on him and call it a mistake. No, this date was a mistake. “Oops, must have meant to write 5’4.”
Leila was 5’7.
Unlike him, she didn’t find this funny. And when the dumbass finally noticed, he asked, “Does that bother you?”
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