Out of His League — Episode 6

fishing rod and a quiet afternoon and he was set apparently sliding into his dms wasn't going to work so i dug deeper i even waited outside his office building to figure out his routine life was almost painfully predictable home office home with one day every weekend reserved fishing. Once I figured out when he got off work, I followed him. At a red light, I pulled in behind

his car, tapped the gas, and bumped straight into his rear bumper. A second later, Ethan stepped out in a tailored suit, frowning. He walked over and tapped on my window. I smoothed my hair checked myself in the rearview mirror. I'd hired a five-figure makeup artist for this. When I opened the door, Ethan's frown eased slightly. Serena must have known I was his type. Why else would

she have tagged him i tilted my face up at my best angle and put on a nervous voice i'm so just got my license and panicked are you okay ethan shook his head then walked around to the damage it's not bad let's get out of traffic first we can handle it through insurance i nodded we waited by the road while the insurance adjuster finished up then i casually held up my phone here

Here, add me on your phone, in case anything comes up with the insurance. I made it sound so natural that he had no reason to refuse. Ethan paused, then pulled out his phone and added me.