“Do you need a picture for the article?” I put one hand on my hip, the other hand on the wall, and then slide to the floor for dramatic effect. “Check out the stretch on these garters!”
If this bitch is going to interrupt me while I’m working, she’d better be ready for a fashion show.
I lie on my back and spread my legs. “Our new line is very breathable, you see.”
Finally, I roll over on my stomach, rest my chin in my hand, and cross my feet at the ankles like Miss February from fifty years ago.
“Sultry and sweet.”
I’m trying to decide which pose would make the best centerfold picture. I guess it depends on where the crack is.
Lis’ mouth hangs open in protest. “No, pictures won’t be necessary. I’ll give you a minute to change.”
She turns her back to me and stares out the window, pretending to be interested in the cityscape.
I laugh at her prudishness and shimmy back into my clothes. She’s got guts for coming in here without an appointment.
The least I can do is give her an interview fully clothed.
I return to my executive chair and offer her the seat in front of my desk. “Ready when you are.”
Lis pulls out her phone, sets it on the desk, and presses the button on her recording app. She also takes out a pen and notebook. “That’s for backup,” she explains.
This interview is already taking too long, so I toss the first question for her. “So what can I tell you about me that you haven’t already seen for yourself?”
She gives me a wry smile. “You and Tanner looked pretty cozy in here a moment ago. How does it feel to be back together?”
I notice that she didn’t ask me if we were back together; she’s already assuming we are—and her question is leaving me no room for denial.
So I tell her the truth. “It feels…right. Like I’ve got him right where I want him.”
I can imagine Tanner reading that quote and being displeased, which pleases me very much.
“And his marriage proposal...wow. What did you think when you saw him get down on one knee?”
She doesn’t want to know what I really thought. “It touched me deep inside.”
Lis raises her eyebrow and smirks. “How deep?”
When she wants to be, Lis can be quite the provocateur. “More…feelings…than I thought I had room for. It’s hard to describe, but…I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“How’s the chemistry between you two?”
“We can’t keep our hands off each other.”
“And the friendship?”
I pause for a moment. She’s still writing down the answer to my last question, so I use the time to come up with a response that won’t make her question my story—or let Tanner know just how much he’s getting to me when he reads it.
That man is aggravating, controlling, and way too sexy to keep around as a friend, but he did send me a basket of puppies.
“Underneath all that swagger, Tanner can be really sweet.”
“So why were you two fighting to begin with?”
Now I’m going to have to lie. “It was all a misunderstanding.”
“How so?”