EIGHT

MAY

"You have to be kidding me," Edmond muttered, reading through the lines for the third time in a row. I was also irritated with the app too but the way Edmond reacted to sharing one bed made me wonder. I read the notification myself; it only gave a suggestion. And if we complied with that suggestion, we would receive ten percent of the money confiscated from us. They weren't asking us to have sex, so I didn't have a problem with it, but this man had plenty to say. He mumbled a lot of rubbish, much of which I couldn't decipher, but it made me wonder how in the world I matched with this man-child. I fought hard to keep that opinion buried at the back of my mouth, but my brain worked differently.

"You seem repulsed at the thought of us sharing a bed with me. What if they asked us to have sex?"

Edmond frowned. "Sex with you?" A muffled laugh followed. "You're funny."

Oh, he didn't. I didn't want to admit it, but it hurt. I wasn't what you would call a sex symbol, but if I put on some