“You make me out to be some kind of womanizer!” Mackenzie gasped, feigning outrage. She knew that she was, and that was just fine with her, but she didn’t really want Tatum to think that. “I can keep my pants on just fine until dinner thank you very much! And after dinner, and tomorrow until this little bet is over!”

Mackenzie was dying to retort with, “But I am gods gift to women, more specifically you.” She had to use every ounce of personal restraint to stop herself from saying it. This was surely going to kill her, she was going to explode from keeping it all in. This had to be a public health issue, she was sure of it.

She opted instead for sulking, crossing her arms over her chest and mumbling “not a dickhead,” under her breath. “I’ll get it out of her one way or another, I can be really obnoxious and charming you know. I don’t always have to rely on my skills of seduction to get what I want!”