That annoying smirk reappeared. “That’s fine. We don’t even need to talk.” Ian dug his phone out of his pocket.
“We don’t?” I should be relieved, but for some reason, I could imagine the devil horns on top of his head again. And it made my nerves vibrate with dread.
“Nope. I’ve got a better idea.” He nodded at my phone as it buzzed. “Why don’t you check it out and let me know what you think?”
Still totally confused, I checked my phone. Ian had sent me a picture of something. It was words. A poem or a …
A list. Fourteen questions, all ranging from my family and hobbies to even my grades. When did he even—“Are you kidding me?”
“Well, since you aresuperbusy,” he mimicked my voice. He crossed his arms across his chest. I tried not to notice how the movement tightened the shirt around his shoulders. And how tempting it was to touch him. “I figure this way, you could fill it out whenever you’re free, and I could still get my answers. Unless you change your mind and want to meet up after all.”
He was delusional. Mad. Batty. Like that crazy tunnel scene inWilly Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Just when I thought he was starting to be nice.
“So, if I answer this”—I waved my phone in his face—“this essay packet, are you going to keep my secret?”
He uncrossed his arms and tapped his chin with his right index finger. “I don’t know. It depends.”
“On what now?”
“On your answers. And whether you can pick up my dry cleaning at Golden Cleaners tomorrow.” Grinning, Ian winked at me. Nice and slow. “Don’t worry, I already paid for it, so all you have to do is pick it up.”
“But why should I be the one to—”
His grin turned into a broad smirk and he patted my head like I was a puppy. I resisted the urge to bite him. “I assume it would be easy for you since you know exactly where it is anyway.”
FROM:[email protected]
SUBJECT:Stupid Questionnaire from Hell
1.What would your last meal be?
Green eggs and ham.
2.Favorite place in the world?
The top of Mount Everest so I could scream my frustration at having to fill out this questionnaire.
3.What are your hobbies?
Making a fool of myself to strangers who end up blackmailing me about it.
4.Biggest fear/worst nightmare?
That I might have to be your butler for life.
5.What’s the first thing you would do if you won the lottery?
Hire someone else to be your butler.
6.What do you wish your superpower would be?
I don’t wish. I do have superpowers. I’m Batman.
7.What’s your kryptonite?
Being in the same room with you for another second.