"Silly?" I press out between clenched teeth, glaring at him. So much to stay calm . “And what do you call it when a greedy asshole buys a building and raises the rent of the café in it by thirty percent? Oh, and then he lures the owner of the shop into his bed with bold lies. "
"As far as I remember, you were all too willing to get into that bed," says Joe - or whatever he calls himself - and his gray eyes twinkle back.
"I can't even remember how I got into that goddamn bed!" I snapped at him, poking my index finger in his hard chest. "You should drop me off in front of my café and put me right in your fucking bed instead!"
"And when you were sober again, you couldn't wait to test this bed thoroughly for stability," he continues, and if the situation weren't so damn serious, I might even laugh at that statement .
But instead I push him away and even manage to get him to step back. “Get out of here, Joe! Or whatever your real name is. "
"My name is Benjamin Joseph Mynard," he says quietly and does not move from the spot. "Friends call me Ben."