A faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Right. I, um, like you, too."
Oh, yeah. She was definitely nervous.
I didn’t want her to be.
I didn't know what this was, but I knew what it wasn't, so I said with a smile, "If you're trying to seduce me, there's something you should know."
She visibly swallowed. "What?"
"If that's what you really want, I don’t mind doing the seducing."
Her brow wrinkled. "Um…Sorry, what?"
I laughed. "I'm just saying, why shouldyouwork so hard when I'm so good at it?"
Chapter 16
Gwen
And there he was. Mister Tall, Blond and Cocky. As his utterly arrogant statement hung between us, I had no idea what to say.
He'd laughed as he'd said it. So hecouldbe joking.
Or hecouldbe deadly serious. Even now, it's not like he was speaking up to say,"Oh, hey Gwen, that was just a joke."
I stared up at him. "What are you doing?"
"Hard to say." He studied my face. "Calling your bluff?"
This was no bluff. In preparation for his visit, I'd put on my sexiest undergarments and changed my outer clothing at least a dozen times.
Myfirstoutfit – a red minidress – would have left him in no doubt of my intentions. Even so, I had eventually abandoned the dress for a series of increasingly modest outfits, ending with the jeans and sweater I was currently wearing.
It wasn't that I'd changed my mind about seducing him. It was just that, well, maybe I didn't want to seem so obvious about it. But Iwasstill wearing my skimpiest undergarments, which he could he see for himself if he truly wanted.
I met his gaze head-on. "Who says I'm bluffing?"
"So…" He gave me another long, penetrating look. "You're saying you weren't?"
Damn it.Thiswasn'tgoing how I'd planned. I'd been prepared for a seduction, but all I was getting now was something that increasingly felt like an interrogation. And of course, I immediately confessed, "I don't knowwhatI’m saying."
He nodded. "Exactly."
"What doesthatmean?" And then, before I could stop myself, I'd already blurted out, "Is it because I’m not your type?"
"Who says you aren't?"
"Youdid."
His eyebrows lifted. "Fair enough. But did I say it to you?" His mouth quirked with amusement. "Orto my grandpa while you waited on the porch?"
My mouth opened but failed to produce a coherent response. It was still open when he asked, "And at the time, how long had I known you? What, five, ten minutes?"
Fearful of looking like a fish, I shut my mouth and replied with a loose shrug that he could take however he wanted.
He grinned. "Eh, don't sweat it. Maybe thenexttime you listen in, you'll hear something juicier."
Okay, now I was officially insulted. "Hey, I didn'tmeanto listen in. If I'd had earmuffs, I would've put them on." I looked down as I muttered. "At least in the beginning."
