Chapter 22: I Promise I'm Not That Scary

Rex

"Right." Her quick agreement makes me grin. Always so honest. "Also, I’m eating the last piece," she says unapologetically. In fact, I’m pretty certain if I tried to take it, she’d bite my hand off. I’ve never seen a woman be able to polish off so many slices of pieces in such little time. It’s impressive. And a bit sexy, too.

Tonight, I planned to tell her I have an idea of how she can get her salon but now that I’m in her cozy home, sitting on her soft couch and cuddling with her asshole cat who’s already accepted me, and we have two bags full of food to munch on the rest of the night, I just want to lean back into her cushy couch and watch TV.

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Of course. And Hulu, too. I don’t have cable anymore."