My Politically Arranged Marriage
Jake Mitchell, Samantha’s co-anchor chimed in, swiveling his chair toward her.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Samantha scoffed, puckering her lips as someone dabbed them with a tissue.
“I would.” Jake smirked. “Come on, give me all the juicy details of your love life. Did you meet him at some event you were working, or was it a swipe right kind of thing?”
“Jake, stop being a creep,” Samantha uttered. “I hate it when you’re like this.”
“Fine,” Jake surrendered, willing himself to be serious. “So, why the pig comment?”