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Myah shook her head a little and shot him a sideways glance. “Just what America needs to run on: sex appeal.” Her hand moved as though the last two words were on a billboard in front of her. Myah had already considered accepting his offer,but she wouldn’t let herself falter to his self-assured attitude. “For someone who claims to be genuine, you sure do use a lot of ‘mights’ and ‘maybes’” she retorted, lightly poking him in the middle of the chest.
Elijah laughed. “If it did, I’d be way more ahead in this country than I already am. You wouldn’t be too far down on the hierarchy, either.” He gave her a wink. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leaned against the wall beside them casually. “Do I? Well, maybe I just don’t want to come off as too arrogant. You gotta leave things open-ended, you know? I do a pretty good job at coming off as humble and down to earth, if I do say so myself. However, that in no way conflicts with my sincerity, especially when it comes to taking you to dinner.”


















