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said nothing.
“Wait—no. You’re insane.” She pointed a packet of spaghetti at me. “Totally insane, Isaac. I didn’t even want to do it in the first place. I was blackmailed into it.”
“Every good sexting story starts with a little blackmail.”
“I have no idea if you’re joking about that or not.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“You’re infuriating,” she replied, putting jars and cans in the cupboard behind her. “We’re not doing that anymore. I never would have done it if I had any idea you were on the other end.”
“Why? Because now I know all your dirty little fantasies?”
CHAPTER SIX – HANNAH
Help Me, Jesus
“You don’t know all my dirty little fantasies,” I replied nonchalantly.
What? That was the truth. And thank God he didn’t know—that was the last thing I needed.
Like this conversation wasn’t awkward enough. Despite my best efforts, I’d been kind of…coerced into this little chat. I wasn’t happy about it, and I wasn’t sure my cheeks would ever stop burning from the embarrassment of this whole situation.
I was starting to question whether this was even real or not.
It was the set up to a cheesy romcom movie, not real life.
I sighed and glanced down at Lucifer. Clearly, this conversation was going to happen, so I pulled out one of the stools at the island and sat down.
“Well, talk,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Say what you want to say.”
Isaac smirked and leaned against the counter, eyes on me. “I think I’ve been pretty clear to this point, to be honest. Aren’t you curious about it?”
“About what?”
“Are you being this dense on purpose?”
“Maybe.”
“Look,” he said, pushing off and coming over to the island. He flattened his large, tanned hands on the island countertop and leaned forward, his green gaze pinning me in place. “You know exactly what I mean. Aren’t you curious about the texts? If they were to be real?”
My eyebrows shot up so fast they almost went into orbit. “If it were to be real? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it since you realized who you’d been texting.”
Ugh. It was all I’d thought about.
“All right, then. I won’t.”
“Hannah.” He blew out a breath. “If you’re not attracted to me, just say. Then this whole conversation goes away.”
That was the easy option. I could stop it right now.
In fact, I opened my mouth with every intention of doing just that.
“Have you ever met anyone who isn’t attracted to you?” was what actually came out of my mouth.
His lips pulled to one side. “Yes. There’s a large number of gay women and straight men who don’t find me attractive in the slightest.”
“You’re a real smartass, aren’t you?”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Don’t be so childish,” I huffed, getting up and picking up Lucifer’s bowl now that he was done eating. “You can joke all you like, but you’re the one who demanded this conversation.”
He rolled his eyes, but I got the feeling it was more for show than anything else. “I didn’t demand anything. You can’t seriously think we’re going to ignore this.”
“Again, I said I would ignore it.”
“You’re a lot of work, Hannah.”
“So are you, Isaac.”
“Don’t say my name.”
“Why? I can assure you it’s not nearly as distracting as when you say my name.”
He quirked one eyebrow. “You like it when I say your name?”
Danger. Danger. Danger.
“I didn’t say that. I said it was distracting,” I said quickly. “Stop twisting my words!”
“I’m not doing anything of the kind.”
“I mean it when I say I’ll grab you by the balls and kick you out.”
“You’ll grab me by the balls? I might like that.”
I slapped my hand against the island. “Stop that!”
“I can’t help it. If I knew winding you up was this fun, I’d have chatted you up months ago.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “If you’re proposing that we sleep together, you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“Actually, I was trying to goad you into proposing it so my reputation as a gentleman remains intact.”
“Gentlemen don’t send dirty text messages to strangers.”
“Ah, but I didn’t.” His grin was lopsided. “I was sending them to you.”
“But you didn’t know that at the time.”
“Semantics.”
“Are you aware this conversation is going absolutely nowhere?”
“I am. I’m also aware that, by your own admission, there’s plenty of other things you could be doing with your mouth right now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re right. I could be eating.”
He paused, then burst out laughing. “That wasn’t what I was going for.”
“I know exactly what you were going