“I don’t think any woman has ever told me I’m intimidating before.” His eyes twinkle mischievously, his focus on me intense.
“I don’t believe I actually said that,” I say. Sighing.
“You didn’t say no.”
“If that’s how you perceived what I said.” I smile tightly, but he laughs that only further grates on me. He’s infuriating.
“I’ve never met a woman who acts like you do around me!” he jests, pushing a foot against the door so he can lounge some more, and I throw him a cool yet questioning glance.
What’s that supposed to mean? Because I don’t throw myself at you, begging to be mauled?
“Women usually flirt … Make their intentions clear, or just quiz the crap out of me.” He shrugs, unphased by the statement he made and oblivious to how much of an ass it makes him appear.
“Women openly te
