Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I whisper, “So either don’t tell me your secrets or don’t
make me fall in love with you. Because once I fall in, even
death can’t make me fall out.”
He stares at me long and hard, his jaw working. When he
finally speaks, his tone is curt.
“Two things.”
“Which are?”
“Number one: I’m gonna make you fall in love with me.
It’s not even a question.”
I huff out a small, astonished laugh.
The nerve of this man. On behalf of feminists everywhere,
I want to tell him to stick his arrogant assumptions up his ass.
But also…wow. Just wow.
Because I know it’s the God’s honest truth. He is going to
make me fall in love with him.
And I don’t think there’s anything I can do to stop it from
happening.
He says, “Paired with the fact that I won’t lie to you, that
means I’ll be keeping a lot of information to myself. Consider
this fair warning.”
I close my eyes and exhale. “God, you’re intense.”
“Number two.”
When he stays silent, I open my eyes and look at him. He’s
gazing back at me with a hard, flinty look in his eyes, like the
thought of something is really pissing him off.
I think it’s me, until he says, “He didn’t deserve you.”
Surprised by that, I laugh. “We weren’t really together. I
mean, we only dated for like eight weeks—”
“I don’t mean Deputy Dipshit.”
He’s not talking about Chris? Then who else—
When I realize who he means, my heart skips a beat.