No matter how much she hates me, she can never mask how she looks at me like I’m eye candy. She’s wearing her emotions on her face. Like right now, she’s so fucking flustered and hot it isn’t doing her justice.

A frown masks her face. “How do you know I was staring at your butt?”

“I have eyes in the back of my head.”

Face turning pink, she sticks out her tongue and points the remote at the television again. “Whatever.”

Okay, it’s time to figure out Rainbow and what she likes besides comedy. Since I’m stuck in the friend-zone limbo, I might as well milk her for information. Women are disposable to me, so getting to know them isn’t on the top of my to-do list. I cease all connection with them when the last drop of cum drips from my dick after I fuck them. The moment I let them stick around, they begin to beg for money more than a homeless person on the street.

I snatch the remote from her hand to hit pause, and she looks at me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Hell, yeah, I have.

“Gunner, what are you doing?” Her voice is loud and the lines in her forehead deepen. She’s so cute when I piss her off.

“Milking questions out of you,” I say, and she tries to take the remote from my hand, so I hold it in the air. “You gotta be quicker than that.”

She huffs out loud like a drama queen. “Fine. What do you exactly want to know?”

“The basics. What’s your favorite color?” I assess her from head to toe, not good for my dick. “Your favorite color is pink or purple.”

“Bubblegum pink,” she corrects.

“Tell me something else.”

“Really? You want to ask me all these questions during a show? Remind me not to invite you to the movies,” she whines.

I shoot her a you-better-start-talking look.

“Fine, I love to bake, take pictures, and scrapbooking. Also, I love to collect knee-high socks—especially in bright colors. I love, love rain.” Her smile is radiating love and passion. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long-ass time. “The sound of it tapping against the roof, the smell of it, especially when it’s a day in April.” She pauses. “Rain is beautiful even though it smells musky, and the sky is gray. Most people say rain is depressing, but not for me. It’s peaceful. It’s like a slice of heaven on earth.” Her cheeks are flushed, and she pulls her legs to her chest to rest her chin on her knees. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

Happiness stamps her face and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. A mouth I want to use and abuse with my dick.

“Hell must have frozen over if you’re having a conversation with someone.”