Page 26 of The Devastation You Reap

"No."

I continue anyway. "I think that you try to play it all innocent, that you give off the vibe that you're wearing white cotton panties, but really, I think you're a lace girl. That this layer of modesty hides your inner vixen."

"Interesting theory, Dunn. It's also one you'll never discover the answer to."

"You wanna bet?"

"No." She once again crosses her arms, pushing her tits up and giving me just a flash of the cleavage that's hiding.

"Probably the right call, you lost the last one, after all."

A growl rips up her throat as we stare at each other. Both of us willing the other to stand down but clearly, we're almost as stubborn as each other.

"So did you want to get changed?"

"I'm not going to some fancy restaurant so you can flash your wealth and celebrity status around to try to impress me."

"It's a good thing that I haven’t planned something like that then."

She looks at me and for the first time actually pays attention to what I'm wearing.

I'm not dressed all that dissimilar to her wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black fitted shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and open at the neck. It should be enough to tell her that what I just said was true. There is no table in any expensive restaurant waiting for us.

"Fine," she says, throwing her arms up. "But only because I'm intrigued to know what you think is an appropriate date that doesn't involve flashing the cash."

"I already told you, Red. I'm not the guy you think I am."

"Pfft, whatever." She marches toward the bedrooms and I take off behind her, catching her door when she tries to swing it closed.

"What are you—"

"Waiting," I say, dropping onto the chair in front of her desk. "Nice room you've got here. Brand new car, one of the biggest rooms I've been in. Your parents must really love you."

Her jaw pops at my mention of her parents and her eyes shoot over to a photo frame on her nightstand.

"Can you wait out in the living area?"

I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I check out her space. It's pretty much as I expected. Clean, tidy, and full of books. There is no sign that she does anything other than study. It makes me even more determined to show her a different side of life.

"No. Can you hurry? Unless you want me to cancel my plans and we just hang out in here all night."

Her cheeks heat, her eyes shooting toward the bed momentarily letting me know that her mind went straight into the gutter.

"I'm sure we could have plenty of fun. Especially with no one here to hear you scream—"

"We're going out," she says in a rush, spinning on her heels and pulling open her drawers, rummaging through it to find something to change into.

"D-don’t move or touch anything," she says, pinning me with a warning glare before disappearing into the bathroom.

"And here I was thinking I was about to find out if I was right about your panties."

"My panties are none of your concern, Dunn," she snaps before the door closes behind her.

I'm still laughing when I push up from the chair and walk straight over to her nightstand.

The photograph of her parents is old, no surprise there really, but despite the fact I was young when her dad played football, I still recognize him. I think most players would. He was pretty prolific before his life imploded on him.

Walking around her bed, I come to a stop in front of her drawers, my eyes tracking over every item sitting on the top, but none of it gives me any information, it's all just random girly shit and a few pieces of jewelry.