[ he saw her hand coming at his face and grabbed it, making sure she didn’t hit him. ] uh, uh, uh, don’t damage the merchandise, darling. why don’t you run along and focus your time on something you do understand, like cooking or cleaning.
“Merchandise?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Breaking something at the ninety-nine cents store would cost more than a measly slap to that face of yours.” The hand he was holding onto made a poor attempt at forming a fist and punching him. “You are so infuriating.” She glared as she made an effort to tug her hand away. As much as she thought he was attractive, she knew there were better boys out there than whoever this guy thought he was.











