“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” I ask sweetly. Pompous ass.”
“He was smirking the smirkiest smirk of all smirks to date. I laughed, even that smirk was hard to ignore. F**k, maybe I should call him Mr Smirk.”
“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”
“I guess ,you want revenge," Ruthless Me, whispered. You bet your sweet ass, I do.”
“If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that,” I said, smirking.”
“You’re ridiculous—”Heat crept up my face. “Well, you’re a pompous ass.”