She smirks dryly “I don’t even know your birthday, or your last name…”

“My birthday is September 7, I Tell her.”

"Doesn't surprise me that you're a Virgo. Next," she prompts sassily, waiting for my next answer.

I bite my lip, tempted to spank her ass and give her a reason to be sassy. "Riddle, baby. Our last name is Riddle."

"Yours. Don't get ahead of yourself. You'll be expected to beg."

There's no stopping the savage grin from gracing my lips. "I love to beg."