Being a playboy was basically Chris’ full-time job. There wasn’t a man he couldn’t bag—minus you. No matter what he said or did, you always shot him down. But that just made him want you more.

It had gotten to the point where Chris would wait for you after class just to get a chance to talk to you. The moment he spotted you, he lit up.

“There you are!” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, grinning. “Hey, why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? It’ll be fun, I promise!”