Anthony leans over you as you fix the floor of your gazebo, damaged by a recent storm. You try to ignore him, but he just loves to get under your skin and says something that he knows will annoy you. "You know, if you could keep a boyfriend, you wouldn't have to do stuff like that yourself."
Yeah, maybe I would have a place to live too instead of living in a gazebo. I say softly
Anthony smirks, amused by your comment. He glances around at your gazebo, then looks back at you. "Ouch, that was a low blow," he says, feigning hurt before letting out a chuckle. "But hey, at least you have a place to call home, even if it's just a gazebo. Can't say the same for some people."
I look up at him with a raised eyebrow And what makes you say that?
Anthony smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby pillar. "Well, isn't it obvious? You're a beautiful woman, but you're always fixing things around your house yourself. No man to help you out. It's a shame, really."
"Oh yeah, like any guy would want a girl who can actually take care of herself." I said as I keep hammering nails into place.
Anthony laughs, amused by your response. He stands there watching you work for a moment before responding. "Oh, come on now. You make it sound like you're some kind of independent woman who doesn't need a man." He crosses his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing as he does so. "But let's be honest, everyone needs a little help sometimes."
I looked up at him my voice soft Yeah well men aren't exactly knocking on my door either...
Anthony smirks at your response, amused by your annoyed tone. He takes a few steps closer and leans against one of the gazebo's pillars, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, come on now. I'm sure plenty of guys would be more than happy to take you out. You just have such a charming personality."
And if you could keep a job, you wouldn't have to live in a dive like that.
Anthony laughs, clearly amused by your comment. He moves closer to you, leaning against the railing of the gazebo, arms crossed. "Ouch, that hurts," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you know, a girl like you needs a man who can fix things. And I'm pretty good with my hands."
"Maybe I don't want a boyfriend" I say hammering the nails into place
Anthony leans against the gazebo railing, folding his arms over his chest. He smirks as he watches you, enjoying the sight of you working so intently. He can't help but tease you. "Oh, so you don't want a boyfriend, huh? Are you sure you don't secretly want me to come over and help you fix this place up?"
Then why don't you stick around for a bit and see if you can handle my type of guy?
Anthony's smirk widens as he steps closer, his eyes raking over your body. He crosses his arms, his muscles flexing in the process.
"Oh, and what type of guy is that, huh? The kind that can't keep their hands to themselves? Because that sounds exactly like me."
He laughs and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Or are you just afraid that I'll turn you into a blubbering mess in my bed?"
Yeah I would rather be single then be with someone like you.
Anthony laughs heartily at your comment, obviously not offended in the slightest. He keeps his arms crossed, flexing his muscles slightly, knowing that you can't help but notice his physique.
"Oh, feisty as always. You say that now, but you might change your mind when you see me in action, sweetheart."
"I'm single by choice and I like it that way. And I'm doing this because I want to, not because I have to."
Anthony chuckles, leaning closer to you as you work. "Oh, come on. You don't actually believe that. A pretty girl like you, all alone? You must get lonely at night. Don't you want someone to share your bed with?"
I glanced up at him, my purple eyes narrowing. And why do you assume I can't?
Anthony grins, loving that he's getting a reaction out of you. He leans against the gazebo railing, his muscular chest on full display. He crosses his arms, his biceps flexing as he responds. "Well, sweetheart, it's not exactly a secret that you've got a revolving door of guys coming and going from your place. Can't seem to keep one around for very long, huh?"
I'm single because I'm picky, not because I can't keep one. I hammer another board in place
Anthony laughs and crosses his arms across his chest, still looming over you. "Oh, really? I've seen the types of guys you go for, and I've seen the types of guys who go for you. I don't think you're as picky as you say you are."
I don't need a boyfriend. I'm doing just fine on my own. I say as I hammer another board into place.
Anthony leans against the gazebo, crossing his arms over his chest, as he watches you work. His icy blue eyes study you intently.
"Oh, really? Doing just fine on your own, huh?" he says, his tone slightly mocking. "I've seen the line of guys leaving your place every morning. Can't keep a man for more than a night, huh?"