Page 105 of One Bad Idea
"Do what?" He looked completely serious. "Ask you to dance?"
I gave a silent nod.
"Say yes," he said, "and I'll tell you."
"But that's bribery," I protested.
"Is that supposed to bother me?"
"Yes. Definitely."
He shrugged. "Sorry."
He didn'tlooksorry. He looked completely unrepentant and too darn sexy, which he no doubt knew.
He was up to something.
I just knew it.
After all, this was Jaden Bishop. He wouldn’t be asking anything just to be nice, and he sure as heck wasn't expressing some sort of interest in the likes ofme.
I mean, we didn't even get along.
So, what was this?An employee-boss thing?
Stalling, I took another nervous sip of my drink, and then another. By now, the drink was mostly water, but I didn't care. I kept on sipping until it was completely gone.
As I did, Jaden just stood there, watching me with obvious amusement.
I asked, "What's so funny?"
"You."
I almost rolled my eyes. "I'm so glad I amuse you."
"Yeah. Me, too."
Was he joking?By now, I had no idea. I gave him the squinty-eye. "You're up to something, aren't you?"
"Who says I have to be up to something?"
"Me. That's who."
"So, are you gonna be answering any time soon?" He glanced toward the bar. "Or should I grab a beer while I wait?"
I lowered my empty glass and gazed up at him. How longwouldhe wait? I was sorely tempted to find out, if only to torture him.
He did, after all, have it coming.
But then, inspiration struck, and I suddenly wanted to laugh. Forcing him to drink beer was no kind of punishment.No.Whathedeserved was something a whole lot worse – for him, anyway.
I felt a slow, evil smile cross my lips. "Country."
His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"You asked my favorite music. That's what it is. Andthat'swhat I wanted to dance to."
He frowned. "You're kidding."
