Page 6 of Tricking an Introvert

“Mh. Well, this was for her,” Whitney said carefully, pointing to a tall latte glass. “So there’s no need to bring her a drink.”

Jesus! And to think he considered himself protective of Michael. He was nothing compared to this harpy.

“What is it? I’ll bring her another one later.”

“Why?” Whitney acidly repeated.

Cole smirked. “Because she’s cute. Am I supposed to get your permission before chatting with a cute woman, Whitney?”

She blinked, like she hadn’t expected that answer.

“Tessa’s pretty sensitive. She can’t deal with players.”

“She’s a grown-ass woman, sweetheart. I think she can decide if she wants to deal with me.” He probably shouldn’t poke the bear, but something about Whitney’s accusation didn’t sit well with him. The woman didn’t know him, yet suddenly, he was a player?

Never mind the fact that she wasn’t entirely wrong; Cole didn’t have issues filling his bed, and he rarely kept a relationship for long. It still wasn’t any of her business.

“Sure. Just know that she has a lot of friends who’ll happily throw a castration party if you hurt her.”

He had to laugh. “Understood. Hurting people is never my intention.”

“Good.” Whitney handed him the latte. “Feel free to bring her the drink, then. It’s an almond milk latte, salted caramel syrup. And I’m watching you.”

“Did you seriously just say 'I’m watching you'?”

She glared again before turning on her heels, only four drinks on her tray.

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