Chapter 11- Dress young?
Morrison kept responding with practiced ease. Like hell she’d believe it was real. It was just a sweet little lie to coax her—something he was rather good at, actually. Girls liked pretty words, and once he leaned in and kissed her for real, he didn’t believe she’d be able to push him away.
This was just a tactic to calm her down. No big deal.
Lilian fell silent on the other end of the line.
Morrison knew the storm had passed. Time to seize the momentum.
"I need to head to the office for a bit," he said casually, "but how about dinner tonight?"
The girl on the other end didn’t sound thrilled.
"Dinner? Again?"
He let out a helpless sigh.
"Isn’t that what couples do? Dinner, dates... and—"
He swallowed the last word. Bed.
Yeah, definitely not saying that out loud.
Just earlier, he’d nearly scared her off with a flirty joke that went too far—she’d almost dumped him on the spot. So no, not risking it again.