"I will be paying," I declare, summoning the exact tone I use when I want to win arguments.
"Fine," Mateo says, already walking toward my bedroom. "But only if I get to fuck you in that skirt I bought you when we get home."
"Didn't we already smash while I was wearing it?" I ask, trailing after him. My confusion is genuine, but his grin tells me he doesn't care.
"Nope," he says as he flops onto my bed, bouncing once with the force. "You definitely took it off. And I was way too blinded by your beauty to remind you to keep it on."
The casual way he says it makes my face burn. "You're shameless," I mutter, though the compliment sends a thrill through me. "Alright, sounds like a plan."
"I'm paying anyway," he mumbles under his breath.
"What was that?" I turn from the dresser, tugging the skirt from its hanger.
"I said I'm gonna get wasted at dinner and drive the bill up so high your wallet will faint," Mateo replies with a grin.
