"Dead serious."
"Just curious," I said with forced civility. "Are youtryingto insult me?"
"No. I'm trying to save both of us some trouble." He gave me a quick sideways glance. "The knocking – it's happened before."
"Wait, you mean from a nanny?"
"No."
"But—"
"More than one."
"Oh." On one hand, this wasn't surprising.I mean, just look at the guy.He was hot as sin, with a gorgeous face and a body to match. On top ofthat, he was rich and famous.
All things considered, was it any wonder that women were beating down his bedroom door?
Still, I heard myself say, "So this happens a lot?"
"You might say that."
By now, I felt so awkward, I hardly knew what to say.And why was he telling me this at all?
He didn't thinkIwas going to do that, did he?
Going for a joke, I said, "Well, just so you know, I'm allergic to door-knocking."
Mason didn't laugh. He didn't even smile as he said, "Good."
When I said nothing in reply, he turned his head and gave me a look so cold, I almost froze in my seat. "Because I’m telling you in advance, I don't bang the help."
Chapter 13
Mason
I felt like a prick for saying it.But it needed to be said – not just to Cami, but to myself.
I liked her.I liked her more than I'd liked anyone in a long time. And, as if that weren't bad enough, I was more attracted to her than was safe.
On the upside, she was looking at me now like she'd rather sleep with a rattlesnake than me.
Good.
Mission accomplished.
From the passenger's seat, she said with slow precision, "The help?"
"Is there a problem?"
She was glaring now. "I can't believe you just called me that."
"Eh, don't worry," I said. "I'vebeen called worse."
"Wow, that's a shocker."
I kept my gaze on the road. "Not really."
She made a sound of annoyance. "I was being sarcastic, as you darn well know."
