“I won’t know what you’re thinking if you don’t tell me.”
“Okay,” I murmured. “I understand.”
She seemed placated by that because she said, “He is a boy friend.”
“What?”
“A guy friend. I like him.”
“You. Like. Him.”
“Yeah,” she said cheekily. “I like him.”
Her tone said What are you going to do about it, big guy?
“I could crush him like nothing,” I growled.
She laughed. A very feminine laugh that did something below my stomach.
“You sound like a jealous boyfriend.”
“I am your boyfriend.”
Her eyes widened in shock. “What? No, you’re not!”
She was right,
but that hurt a little. She didn’t sound repulsed by the idea, so I figured I still had a chance. I’d have to convince her.
“You don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Not yet.”
She was teasing me, baiting me to respond. She knew I was jealous, and this was driving me crazy, but she wouldn’t show any mercy.
I guessed I deserved that. Again, I wisely kept my mouth shut.
She was wearing another dress today. It was pale pink, and she’d paired it with black stockings—the sheer kind. The kind that drove a man wild.
My eyes roved down to her legs. She had long, long legs. Shapely ones. The skirt of her dress rode high above her upper thighs, showing the little sweet V shape where the length of her legs met. My hands itched to touch.
“I’m hungry,” she said suddenly.
I sucked at my bottom lip. Me too.
“I have”—Jesus, my voice sounded rough—“some food in my cooler. It’s in the back.”
“You bring a cooler to work?” There was curiosity in her voice. I didn’t realize how much it meant to me that she wanted to know me until she took it away earlier.
“I have to eat something every hour or so,” I answered. “I get hungry a lot.”
I could feel her eyes travel down my body.
“I could see that.” She muttered something else under her breath that sounded like “Is that why you’re big?” but I couldn’t hear her properly.
She unbuckled her seat belt and shifted so she could reach over the back seat, her arm accidentally grazing mine. I clenched my jaw.
When she returned to her seat, she placed the cooler on her lap. She didn’t seem affected by that little contact. At all.