Chapter 9

“I do.”

“And you’re not used to rejection, are you?” I asked, smirking.

“No. I don’t like it. Feels weird.” He was actually pouting.

I laughed at him. “Welcome to the real world, Wheeler. Just because you’re beautiful, charming and well-to-do doesn’t mean you get whatever you want. You might actually have to prove yourself to someone, make an effort to get into his good graces.”

“Sucks,” he muttered, and poured himself more wine.

“Does he completely despise you, then?” I asked.

“He says he does, but the way his eyes undress me tell another story.”

“So he’s into you, but suspicious of your motives,” I deduced.

“Basically.”

“Poor baby,” I crooned, then snickered at the glare he gave me before I got up from the table to stash my plate in the sink.

When I sat again, I poured myself another glass of wine and said, “You’re just gonna have to wait this one out. If he’s truly what you want, then it’ll work out. But it may take time.”