CHAPTER 33

“Peyton?”

Peyton looked up into Clark Kent’s eyes and froze. How the hell did he know her name? God. She’d had a moment where she hadn’t had to worry that her reputation had gone before her and now here it was back in her face again. Of course, Clark Kent knew who she was, he had just been too polite to say anything before.

Peyton started gathering her stuff. “Look, I need to go—”

“Whoa, hold up,” he said, his brow scrunched. “I just came over to apologize again and maybe ask if I can make it up to you by taking you out for a drink.”

“Thanks, but no. I know about the whole bet thing going on and really I’m not interested.”

“What bet?”

Peyton rolled her eyes. “You know my name so you obviously saw the interview on television—“

“I know your name because it is written on your cup.”

Peyton stopped and looked down at her coffee cup where the barista had written her name on the side. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, counting to five before lifting them to Clark Ke