She was even more of a bunny than he’d thought.
She shrugged. “It’s close by, and they gave me a good scholarship. I’m not really … I’m a Catholic. Or I used to be.”
“Me, too.”
“I guessed, with a name like Tony Mazzara.”
And then she looked down at the floor, and he replayed the conversation, trying to figure out what he’d said to spook her this time.
No idea.
“So you used to be Catholic, and you’re only sort of a Nazzie. What does that make you now?”
“A great disappointment to my mother?”
“Ah, you’re nothing but trouble these days, huh?”
She snorted, still inspecting her toes. “Hardly. But I don’t go to mass twice a week, and I’m not married yet, so she’s not sure what to do with me anymore.”
“That does sound disreputable—working seven to five, driving that little yellow car around, doing lines of cocaine in the bathroom.”
Her head snapped up.
“What, no cocaine?” he asked.
“I don’t even drink.”
“Bet you bring a different man around the apartment every weekend.”
There came that blush. “Not so much.”
“You got a boyfriend?”
“Not exactly.”
“Not exactly? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t.”
Leaning back, he braced his arms behind his head. He stretched his legs out in front of him, propping one boot on top of the other, because he wanted her to look at him. Patrick gave him flak about the way she stared, but Tony liked how she looked at him. She made him feel big.
He needed to stop playing with her, but by the time her wide brown eyes finished meandering their way up his legs, past his crotch, and over his chest, he was feeling so bulletproof, he couldn’t resist. “Honey, somebody’s got to teach you how to misbehave. You’re doing it all wrong.”
Tony was thoroughly enjoying her dismayed expression when the lights went out.
Chapter Three
Blackness fell, sudden and complete. It took a second for Amber to get her mental bearings.
The power had gone out.
Fantastic.
Now she was alone in the dark with an unreasonably sexy man who thought she was Mother Teresa.
Somebody’s got to teach you how to misbehave.
She’d wanted to ask, How about you?