“In high school,” he said, “I was the kind of as**ole who would have teased and bullied you.”
“I know.” After a moment, Zoë said, “You would have called me a dumb blonde.”
At the very least. He had been angry at the world. He’d hated all the things he couldn’t have. And he would have especially hated someone as gentle and beautiful as Zoë.
She took a deep breath before asking, “Is that how you think of me now?”
Although she’d just handed him the perfect way to put some distance between them, Alex couldn’t bring himself to use it. Instead he told her the truth. “No. I think you’re smart. I think you’re good at what you do.”
“Do you think I’m … attractive?” she asked hesitantly.
He was nearly drowning in the desire to demonstrate exactly how attractive he found her. “You’re sexy as hell. And if I thought you could handle my kind of trouble, we wouldn’t be standing here talking. By now I’d have dragged you to the nearest dark corner I could find, and—” He broke off abruptly.
Zoë gave him a look that was difficult to interpret. Eventually she asked, “What makes you sure I couldn’t handle you?”
She didn’t know what she was asking for, from a man who couldn’t remember what it was like to be innocent. Lightly gripping her hair, Alex forced her face close to his. The blond curls danced around his fingers and tickled the backs of his hands. “I’m a bastard in bed, Zoë,” he said quietly. “I’m selfish and mean as the devil. I have to have all the control. And I’m … not nice.”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
He wasn’t about to discuss his sexual preferences with her. “No, we’re not go