Page 6 of Kiss Me Forever

"That was before I saw her."

"Good point. I think you should be worried."

"Because she's that good of a reporter?"

"No, because she'sthatpretty, and just your type."

"I can get a blonde any night of the week." He wasn't being arrogant; he was speaking the truth.

"But you can't getthat kind of blondeany night of the week," she said with a sparkle in her eyes. "You've always liked a challenge, Alex. Have a good weekend. And good luck!"

He had a feeling he was going to need it.

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Andrea wandered around Alex's office, unwilling to admit that her first sight of Alex Donovan had been more unsettling than she'd expected, and it wasn't just because she'd overheard him call her a bulldog; she'd been called far worse on the job. It was because he was much better looking in person than he was in the pictures she'd reviewed. His hair was a darker, richer brown, with thick waves just made for a woman's fingers to run through, and his eyes were a piercing green. His smile was also incredibly charming and sexy, which probably got him everything he wanted. He wouldn't have trouble getting women if he didn't have a penny in his pocket.

She cleared her throat, silently telling herself not to get carried away. He was just a man, after all. Actually, he might be more boy than man, she thought, noting the railroad tracks that traveled around the room, the videogames and monitors set up along one wall, the basketball hoop in the corner and the shelves of comic books. She probably shouldn't be surprised. Alex Donovan had made millions in the gaming industry. He had to have a good head for figuring out what kids wanted to play.

"Sorry for the delay," he said as he returned to the office.

She turned around to face him. "No problem. Are you ready to begin our interview?"

"I'm always ready."

"Good. I think we should set some ground rules before we begin."

Alex raised his eyebrows quizzically. "Like what?"

"As to how we'll proceed. Since we're going to be spending some time together, we should decide just how we're going to fill it. For instance—"

"I have decided." Alex cut her off in midsentence. "You're free to follow along on my activities, but they will be activities that I choose, not you. I'm only consenting to do this interview because I happen to enjoy reading your magazine."

"You readWorld News Today?" she asked doubtfully.

He met her gaze. "Does that surprise you?"

"A little," she admitted.

"So, you've already made a judgment—I thought you were here to get to know me."

"I am, and you're right."

A gleam came into his eyes. "A woman who can admit she is wrong—now I'm surprised."

"And you're also making a generalization."

He nodded. "Good point. So we table the snap judgments and generalizations?"

"All right."

"Getting back to the rules governing our interview. You may ask any question that you like, and I, in turn, will answer any question that I like."

He delivered his terms with a charming smile, but Andrea wasn't at all fooled. He was not going to make getting his story easy, at least not the story she wanted—the one that would flesh out his true character. But she wasn't going to argue the point now. She would bide her time and wait for her opportunity. Hopefully, it would come sooner rather than later. Roger had given her ten days, and she could not come up short again, not after the last six weeks.

"Well?" Alex prodded.

"Whatever you say. I certainly want you to be comfortable."

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