Page 100 of The Bad Girl
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Harry’s jaw drops in offense.
“You have cheap taste in wine, and I can’t tolerate another pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks.”
With that, he lets out a whimper.
“Natty lite is not a sexy beverage.”
“I would nevahhh,” Harry gasps.
“And your cheap cologne doesn’t wash out of your clothing.”
Harry’s eyes cartoonishly bulge. “Well, you haven’t seen the last of me.”
He pivots dramatically before walking off and down the street, not bothering to spare a backward glance.
“What the hell was that all about?” Tom asks.
“Why don’t we go back to my place where we can talk?”
