Page 96 of One Bad Idea
"What? It doesn’t look like me?"
"Well, you don't look twenty-five, that's for damn sure."
"Oh yeah? Well, how old areyou?"
"Older than twenty-five."
"How much older?" I asked.
He lowered his voice and leaned a fraction closer. "Old enough to know what I'm doing."
I leaned back. "Sorry, what?"
He gave me another wink. "I'm just saying, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
I hesitated. I'd found the first wink charming, but the second one made me feel a little squirmy, especially when paired with the comment about tricks up his sleeve.
Something new in his demeanor suggested that the trick was mostly in his pants.
Eager to change the subject, I said, "So, who's the athlete?"
He gave a little swagger. "You can't guess?"
I stared up at him. "You don't mean you?"
Grinning more broadly now, he extended his index finger and shot me with an imaginary gun. "Bingo."
I wasn't quite sure I believed him. "So, you were an Olympic athlete? Really?"
"What, does that surprise you?"
I hesitated. "I just never met one before. So, um, what sport?"
"Polo."
I tried to think. "You mean water polo?"
"No." He frowned. "Polo-polo. With horses."
"Oh." I was trying to think. I didn't even realize that polowasan Olympic sport. Then again, I hadn't followed the Olympics since high school.
The guy was still frowning. "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just that--" I paused in mid-sentence as I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.
Oh, crap.
It was Jaden Bishop – my boss, my nemesis, and my own personal thorn in the side.
In further bad news, he was staring straight in my direction.
And he didnotlook happy.
Damn it.
Why was hehereof all places?And where was Victoria? More than two hours had passed since I'd seen them together at the office. For allIknew, she was still there, squeezing the broccoli.
Naked.
