Page 110 of Positively Pricked
Chapter 37
I didn't know what to say. Was he saying what Ithoughthe was saying? Did this guy's girlfriend – or wife, for all I knew – cheat on him with Zane?
I was dying to ask, but didn't dare. And now, I had no idea what to say. Once again, my gaze drifted to Zane. His eyes were still shut, and he showed no sign that he was listening, or even conscious for that matter.
I studied his face as I considered what Teddy had just implied.
In every possible way, Zane was unlike anyone I'd ever met. My own loathing aside, I could definitely see why someone – or cripes,anyone– would want to sleep with him.
And it wasn't for his money.
His hair was thick and lush – dark bronze, with golden highlights. His eyes were emerald green with flecks of gold. His lips – I felt myself swallow – oh yeah, they were definitely made for sin, just like that amazing body of his.
On top of that, I'd heard the rumors. The way it sounded, he put that body to most excellent use.
Next to me, Teddy gave a loud sigh. "Don't tell me she was right?"
I practically jumped in my seat. "What?"
"About you and Zane."
I drew back. "God, no."
"Are you sure?" Teddy's gaze narrowed. "Because you seem like his type."
Okay, nowthatwas just plain ridiculous. I'd seen Zane's type. They were all tall and willowy with perfect hair and million-dollar cheekbones.
In contrast, I wasn't tall, willowy, or particularly gifted in the cheekbone department. I was no goblin, but I wasn't a supermodel either. Teddy's statementhadto be a joke.
I almost laughed in his face. "Yeah, right."
"You think I'm kidding?"
My face was burning with embarrassment, especially because I was obscenely aware that the person we were so rudely discussing was right here, across from us, within earshot no less.
Again, I looked to Zane. His eyes were still shut, but that was no guarantee of anything.
And besides, he was my boss.
And a total jerk.
I looked back to Teddy and said, "Of course, I think you're kidding. Look at me compared to…"Damn it. I didn't even know the chick's name. But that was hardly the point.
I glanced away. "You know what? I don't feel comfortable discussing this."
"Why not?" Teddy asked.
As an answer, I looked to Zane.
Teddy said, "If you're worried about him,he's out cold."
"He is not," I said. "And even if heis, he's my employer, not, well, anything more."
Determined to end this conversation once and for all, I grabbed my paperback and opened it to a random page. I looked down and pretended to read, as if I could concentrate on a single word.
My thoughts were filled with too many questions. They all centered on one guy, who happened to be sitting across from me.
Ignoring my obvious hint, Teddy said, "Growing up, I saw him maybe once, twice a year. We used to talk sometimes." Teddy gave a low scoff. "He was a lot nicer back then."
