My Boss, My Husband
“Oh, boy. I said it’s just for fun! Did you hear me? So, do not assume. Because I don't have a crush on you and I will never? I won't like you!”
“Oh? Admit it. Admit.”
“Assuming beast. Sorry, you’re not even my type.”
“I didn’t say I was your type. I said ‘crush, baby.”
I smiled even in disgust. “Oh,‘ crush ’and‘ type ’ almost mean the same, baby,” I said.
“No, they’re different, babe. I thought you were smart?”