He's So Not Worth It

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“Ally, I’m sorry, but would you mind taking your feet off the table?”I looked up to find Gray looming over me with bright red lobster-shaped pot holders covering his hands. He held them up like he’d just scrubbed in for a surgery and was letting the water drip off.“Sorry.” I let my Converse drop onto the white area rug under my feet, one of several that had been carefully and strategically placed throughout the great room to protect the rare Australian bamboo floors I had already heard far too much about.Gray gritted his teeth, pulled his lips back, and sucked in a hiss. “Actually, would you mind taking off your shoes? I just had a cleaning service come in to do all the rugs.”I bit down so hard on my tongue I tasted blood. “Sure.”Laid out on the couch to my left, Qui