Samantha Chronicles: I will play hard to get until he comes begging

Mr N reluctantly lets go of me and, get this – jumps out of the car to open my door! Well, well. He then goes into his pocket, removes a wallet and gets a wad of cash that he hands over to me. “Buy something nice,” he says. This is an awesome recovery on my part, ladies. It’s half an hour since we had sex. Twenty minutes since I saw the smirk, you know, the I-have-had-you-now, you-bore-me and I’m-already-thinking-about-your-friend smirk. I took a gamble, screwed him on the first date, he started acting shady and so I wiped that smirk off his face with the one line guys can’t handle. “I did...