Page 121 of Rafferty's Rules
The universe doesn’t seem keen on sending me an answer, so I twist the handle and push open the door.
‘You know what my mum said—’ The door isn’t even half-way open when something clashes against the other side.Maybe a shoe?
‘Don’t tell me!’ she yells, ‘she wants me to beherfake girlfriend.’
Another missile hits the door as I open it wider still.
‘She said you were like a breath of fresh air.’
‘Is that before or after you told her why I was here?’
‘No one else knows. Honestly, and I don’t mean that ironically. I know I deserve you not to believe me, but it’s true. And I promise you,’ I add quickly as Lissa grabs the nearest thing to hand—a bottle of my cologne.It looks heavy. ‘And if it does get out, it’ll reflect badly on me, not you.’
‘Shows what you know.’ She pulls of the stopper, sniffs the contents, the raises her arm ready to pitch it in my direction.
‘I’ll hide the bodies.’
‘What if you’re the one I want to kill?’
‘You don’t want to. Not really. You want to kiss me,’ I tell her, stepping carefully closer as though she were a live bomb.
‘I repeat, it shows what you know.’
In touching distance, I take her hands in mine, taking the heavy projectile from her and dropping it to the bed, keeping her palm flat.
‘Sweetheart, you’re as much as a breath of fresh air as a cyclone is.’ Her gaze narrows and her hands attempt to retract.
‘You say that after you’ve taken the weapon from my hand.’
‘You’ve devastated me from day one, Lis.’
‘Yeah, that’s why you’re the one crying and throwing things.’
I don’t say anything else, just press a kiss to her palm before sliding my last shred of hope into her hand.
Her brows contract as she reads the well-worn note, the experiences achieved scored out.
Rafferty’s Rules.
In order to spend the *next twelve dayswith Alyssa Montgomery, having wonderful, no strings, and no holds barred sexy-times, I need her to:
(list below as appropriate)
Agree to exclusivity
Orgasm lots.
Watch porn
Skinny dip
Dirty talk
‘If you think I’m doing any of these things left with you—’
Her words trail off as I flip the paper over in her palm, my hastily scrawled note and my heart now in her hands.
In order to spend the forever with Alyssa Montgomery, having wonderful, with strings, and no holds barred sexy-times, I need her to understand:
