Page 62 of Not Dating Material

“So he’s not your type.”

“I’ve been over this; I don’t know what my type is.”

“Well, then by all means, go back out there and hook up with the super-wealthy Abercrombie model. I hear his daddy’s supposed to be dying soon, so think of all that money he’ll inherit.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Seven scowls. “Nothing. What’s wrong with you?”

“I literally just needed to piss.”

“Then do it.” The challenge in Seven’s tone makes me think he knew that I never actually needed the bathroom. But like hell am I going to confirm that.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to now.”

He snorts. “Sure, because what you really wanted was to drag him back here and hook up. You couldn’t have been more obvious.”

“Are you kidding? If anything, he’s clearly into you.”

“What?” Seven looks like I’ve whacked him.

“Yeah, the bazillionaire wants your dick. You’re welcome.”

“Good. You can do better.”

“Better than a hot, nice, rich guy?”

“Exactly.”

“Right … well, you enjoy.” My voice barely stays level.

Seven shrugs. “Maybe I will.”

“Good.”

“Good.” He goes to turn, and that irrational panic from earlier surges through me again.

“You can’t.”

He stops halfway to the door and glances back at me. “What’s that?”

“You can’t hook up with him.”

“Why?”

“Because …” I don’t want you to and you’re mine don’t feel like the right answers here. “You’re not allowed.” Yeah, like that’s so much better.

“Allowed?”

“You’re my fake boyfriend.”

“We’re not fake anything.”

“But we are dating.”

“We’re going on dates. That aren’t real.”

“Well, while we’re dating, I don’t want you hooking up with anyone else. It’s not fair.”

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