“Now, if you don’t think that’s fair, you’re either afraid that I’ll win, or you’re too busy fantasizing about your face in a frat boy’s crotch to really find kissing a shirtless girl appealing.” Wow! That was probably the rudest thing she’d said in years, and she wasn’t sure she was really happy about that. Once the words left her mouth, she regretted them. It wasn’t really her style to be such a bitch, but he’d been goading her since he’d met her. Besides, at least she was proving she wasn’t as stiff as he thought she was, right?
At that, she held her shoulders back with confidence. Yes, she has said something extremely asshole-ish, but he had deserved it, and maybe it would throw him off a little. Of course, her heart was racing a mile a minute, but her cheeks weren’t red with embarrassment so much as holding their natural rosy glow.
Jia Li moved around him in a sort of dancer’s spin, tossing his flask back toward him. “It’s your call.”