“And let me guess, it’s still crooked from when I slapped it back up on the wall.”

“Yup.” I take another sip of my beer.

“I knew it.” She smirks. “And here you are, complaining about it on Instagram. All for show.”

“If you’re not garnering some sort of reaction from followers, what are you really doing?”

“Uh-huh, and precisely what interaction are you garnering from your hitting videos?” She taps the table, waiting for an answer.

“Compliments.” I twist my pint glass on the table, not wanting to see that smirk of hers again.

“Oh, Bisley Balls, what a sad, sad life you lead.”

Just then, the server drops off our nachos and a side of broccoli. With a wink at Myla, she says, “The broccoli is on me. We can’t let this penny-pincher stop you from hitting your vegetable intake for the day.”

“You are a true blessing in my life,” Myla says while clutching her chest.

As the server walks away, I say, “I’m not a penny-pincher. I would have splurged on the broccoli.”

“Sure, big guy, let’s just see how you tip, huh?” Myla says with a smile at the server.

* * *

“The sex has commenced,” Myla says as she wipes her mouth with a napkin.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone—man or woman—take down a plate of nachos as Myla just did. She just shoveled it in, one chip right after the other, and anytime I even remotely came close to a jalapeño, she slapped my hand away and growled. It was unbelievable . . . and hot.

“What do you mean the sex has commenced?” I ask as I pick at the broccoli Myla demanded I needed after she ate her bowl.

“Nichole and your brother. She just texted me that the giraffe is headed to the barn.”

“Is that code?”

“What do you think, genius?” She reaches for my beer—again, this started after she began to growl—and she takes a long pull.

What an odd combination in a woman. She’s gorgeous, that’s unmistakable. Her eyes, highlighted by her long lashes, would penetrate any soul with how beautifully blue they are. There’s a cute slope to her nose that I don’t think I’ve ever noticed on a person before, and her jawline cuts right to those plump, red lips. And then match that with her curves, her plump ass, and those tits, and she’s a total knockout. Stunning, but her personality . . . fuck, it does not match her looks. It’s not what I’d expect if I saw her walking down the street. She’s brash, unperturbed, and free. She doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks of her, says what’s on her mind, and holds absolutely nothing back. I realized this when she told me my left pec looked bigger than my right.

And for some insane, asinine, completely fucked reason, it turns me on.

She turns me on.

Her mouth.

Her brain.

Her quick wit.

Her no-holds-barred attitude.

I’m attracted to it.