Day Eight…
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"It's a Date. Not Sex!" Abigail emphasized once more.
Nathan was at a loss for words. He didn't expect that Abigail also had a wild imagination. He was speechless. He had the urge to flick her forehead to knock some sense on her.
Nathan took a deep breath before responding to her. "We are just here to talk."
"To talk about what?" Abigail didn't buy it, eyeing Nathan suspiciously.
"About the rules you have to follow," Nathan said matter-of-factly.
"Rules?" She exclaimed in disbelief. Was this really a date or just a woman's company to a ball?
Nathan just nodded his head as he opened the door wide, motioning Abigail to enter. Reluctant at first, but Abigail followed Nathan eventually. He immediately closed the door behind them and started enumerating his rules.
"First rule: Don't create a scene and don't attract so much attention from others."
