“You didn’t?” He seems amused, surprised that I’m shocked at this outcome, and I lean back and glare at him. Daggers and rockets all in one look. Proper rage is moving in at being manoeuvred by someone who claims he isn’t trying to do that anymore, and I stare him down.

“You said dinner. There are no after-plans to that. I’m not sleeping with you if that’s what you intended. Sex is a no-go.” I point out bluntly, making it clear from the get-go that I won’t cross ...