Page 54 of How to Deal
“And the rest of them, you take their photos?” I deduce, feeling like a dumbass. “That’s why they sweet-talk you.”
He nods. “You’re perceptive. . . though I’d wished you’d figured that out a while ago.”
“A while ago?”
“Thefirst timeI asked you out.”
“And that was?” Something seems off with the way he saysfirst time.
“Four months ago when I met you at Madsen Construction’s Halloween party.” He winks.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I can feel my heart beating in my ears, blood rushing to my cheeks.
Well. Fuck me—actually, hemighthave already—I was pretty drunk that night.
“What’s your name?”
I claw at him, biting my lip and holding the bottle of gin close to my side. “Catwoman. What’s your name?”
He holds out his hand, brown eyes traveling over my body. “Batman, and we’re meant to be.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m Batman and you’re Catwoman. Meant to be if you ask me.”
Shit. Motherfucker.
Tathan says nothing more when his cell phone rings, snapping out of my flashback. It must be something he needs to take, because he shakes his head and then stands. A small smile tugs at his lips before he says, “Night, Amalie.”
I nod, then wait for him to be completely out of sight before I leave.
When I get back inside my apartment, Oliver is jumping all over, but I’m on a mission. I need to ask Jade what happened. Besides Tathan, she’s theonlyone who knows what went on that night.
If I actually had sex with him and didn’t remember, how much of an asshole do I look like?
