What She Forgot (What She 2) - Page 8

“And what did you do?”

I shrugged, which caused Jason to settle in closer. The warmth of him seeped through my dress. “I covered my tits with my hands and tried to pretend like he wasn’t a really hot man who was looking everywhere but at my naked body.”

She giggled. “How did that work out for you?”

“Oh, he was still a really hot man looking everywhere but at me.” Still handsome on a stick. Still hot. Still scared me to death with that scar across his face and the intensity of his eyes.

She laughed out loud, and Jason startled, so I held him a little tighter. “Shh,” I whispered, as I dragged a finger down the center of his nose. His eyes fell shut.

“So, what did he do?” she asked.

“It was weird—” I stopped. “Never mind,” I muttered.

She sat on the floor in front of me and began to fold laundry there, so she could look at me. “What was weird?” she asked softly.

“He didn’t really even look at me,” I admitted. “It was odd.” I’d never met a man who wouldn’t take any opportunity to stare at a naked woman. At me, in particular. I was well aware that I was beautiful. It wasn’t a gift. It was more of a curse.

“You’re just not used to hanging out with actual gentlemen.”

“Pfftt,” I scoffed. “He’s about as far from being a gentleman as I am from being a nun.”

“He’s actually a really nice guy. He’s been through a lot these past few years.”

“What do you mean?”

She shook her head. “You’d have to ask him.”

“Lynn,” I scolded quietly.

“Not my story to tell,” she replied.

“But there is a story.”

“Yes.”

“A good story?”

“Not for him, no.”

“Jeez, Lynn. Now you have to tell me.”

“I can’t. I promised.”

Great. Now I would have to find out on my own. “He’s hiring an office assistant.”

“And?” Her brow rose as a grin tipped up the corners of her lips.

“And I might be interested.”

She made an odd noise. “In the man or in the position?”

Or in what position I could put the man. “The position,” I said instead. “I would like to have a job.”

“You need a job like I need a hole in my head.”

“I can be respectable,” I rushed to say.

She got to her feet so she could put away the clothes. Then she laid a hand on top of my head. “Or you could be your perfect self.” She leaned down and air-kissed the top of my head.

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