“On second thought, maybe I’d rather you make me force you.”What the hell are you doing, man? -Nash”

“I could always make you.”The way he says it sounds dark and dirty and infinitely pleasurable. All I can think of is what I’d like for him to make me do.There’s an unsavory term for that—a guy forcing a girl to do sexual things. But what is it they say? You can’t rape the willing. And I’d be willing. Oh, how I’d be willing.”

“Then why are you flirting with me?”“I can’t seem to help myself.” -Nash”

“Dude, now you’re flirting?Even to my own ears, my comment sounds suggestive. The sad thing is, it was meant that way. There are literally a dozen things I’d love for her to do for me. Or to me. Or let me do to her. -Nash”

“If it was up to me, I’d make the world disappear and it would be just us. Just you and me.”

“You’re not imposing on me. I don’t mind.”“I’d really rather not bother you. Really. I’ll just see you tonight.”“Get dressed. Be ready. I’ll be there in ten.”With that, he hangs up, giving me no choice in the matter.”

“She grins at me. It’s a cute, sexy little grin that makes me want to kiss her. -Nash”