"How do you know?"
He says nothing. That vulnerability flares in his eyes. He blinks and it's gone.
I can't decide until I have all the information. I press my palms together. "Why do you need a girlfriend?"
"Fame bullshit."
"That's not an explanation."
"It's complicated. A lot of egos that need stroking."
My cheeks flush. "You're trying to make me blush."
"You blush easy. I don't have to tryhard."
My stomach flutters. "You're doing it again."
He smiles. "Yeah. I like a responsive woman."
God, how I want to be responsive with him. "You're a tease, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Should I keep going?"
I shake my head and check Rick's position again. He's still flirting.
If I agree to Pete's offer, I can quit this job. I can eat salmon for dinner every night. I can buy more cacti for my mini garden. Hell, I can even buy an air conditioner for my apartment.
It's tempting.
Is there really anything worse than missing out on law school?
"I get that you don't know me. That I don't know you. How about we ask each other a few questions," he says.
"Okay." That's reasonable. "You can go first."
"What's your favorite book?"
"Really? That's your question?"
He nods. "Want to make sure I still like you as my girlfriend."
"Isn't it pretend?"
"Guy's got to have standards."
I laugh. "And what book deems me unworthy?"
He smiles. "Can't tell you before you answer."
"The Hunger Gamesby a landslide. You?"
"Jurassic Park."
"Dinosaurs and man not knowing his own limitations. Not bad. Popcorn but not bad."
He cocks a brow. "Oh andThe Hunger Gamesisn't popcorn?"
"Insult Katniss again and you're getting an instant no."
