“Do you think we could ever be friends?” I mused.

“Fuck no.”

I chuckled softly.

“Put your legs on the table.”

I blinked, confusion marring my brow.

“What did you say?”

“Your legs. Put them on the table.”

I slowly slid down the chair and lifted my legs on to the table.

“Spread your legs.”

I watched his lips curl into a smirk.

“Now why would I ever want to be friends when I can make you do that.”

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