I turn on my heel and walk away.
“Answer me!” She follows me.
First, I switch off the stupid disco lights, then hit the lights that won’t hurt my head. Next, I pause her blaring music.
Facing her, I narrow my eyes. “You know what time it is?”
“Excuse me?”
“Stop playing loud music at night.”
Her brows go up. “You broke into my house to complain about the music?”
“No, and I didn’t break in. Your door was fucking left open. I just let myself in.”
“Liar!”
Taking a step toward her, I lower my voice. “Want to say that again?”
She averts her eyes. “Maybe I forgot to shut the door. So what? It still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“I am here because I wanted to talk.”
“I am not interested. You can go.” She motions at the door.
“Yeah, well I am not leaving until we talk.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Okay. All right then. Talk. You have two minutes.”
She is damn good at pretending. She loves to pretend that there’s nothing between us. She acts like I am blind to the obvious attraction in her eyes for me.
As if she wasn’t ogling me a moment ago.
Fuck that. And fuck the strange feeling that stirs in my chest every time I look at her. I am here for a reason.
“I am here to talk about the flash drive Raleigh handed me tonight.”
She frowns. “A flash drive?”
“Yeah, a flash drive full of your photos.”
Understanding flickers in her eyes, her lips forming into an o. I stare at them for a second too long.
“Yeah, so?” She says with a stubborn expression.
“Care to explain?”
She acts oblivious. “What part of it do you want me to explain?”
“The part where you decided to apply for modeling in my agency.”
“You need to get your facts, straight mister. I didn’t apply for modeling in your agency. Hannah offered me the job and I simply accepted it.”
I say nothing.
“Your two minutes are up.”
I ignore her not-so-subtle hint of kicking me out. “You are going to call Hannah and tell her that you changed your mind about modeling. You are going to tell her that you don’t want to work with KIM Advertising.”