The message was from mine.
Nox:
Get ready for dinner tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7. Don’t make me hunt you down,
—Woods.
I stared at the screen, a mix of anger and excitemenr flushing across my chest. The nerve of him, assuming I would just say yes. But my body was still humming from the shower, and the thought of sitting across from him again, feeling that spark, my breath hitting .
Tara: I replied. You’re still bossy.
What if I had other plans?
His reply returned to me almost immediately.
Nox : Cancel them. We have unfinished business.
I bit my lip, forcing out a smile. I was stressed for last night’s s*x. Although the rivalry was still there, something hotter was forming between us. It made me want to push him, to see how far he would go. I typed a message back to
