"Hey, you're the one who likes waffles, not me."
I almost shuddered. "Not the wayyoumake them."
"Are you sure?" She gave me a stiff smile. "I mean, I still haven't made my seafood waffles."
What the hell?"You're joking."
Anna's smile remained plastered in place. "I don’t know. Am I?"
I gave her a long look. "It's a simple question, Anna. And I'm not talking waffles here."
Her smile faded. "All right, you want the truth? I don't know."
"What?"
"I just mean, it's not like I've been on a lot of dates lately."
I stared down at her. "What are you saying? You don't date?"
"Just not lately, that's all."
"How long?"
She gave a noncommittal shrug. "I dunno…What does it matter?"
My eyebrows lifted. "That long, huh?"
And just like that, the blush was back. "You know what?" she said. "This really isn't any of your business. If you want us to go out, fine, we'll go. But don't expectmeto write the script. Thatwasn’tpart of the deal."
Again with the script.
Okay, yeah, I had a script, but Anna was throwing it out of whack. She wasn't the person I'd been expecting, which only irritated me more.
With a scoff, I said, "What, you want another bonus?"
She stiffened. "That's not what I'm saying."
"So youdon'twant a bonus?"
Now she was glaring again. "What is it with you and money?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you toss it around like it'll solve everything. But I'm here to tell you, it won't."
Funny, that wasn'tmyexperience. "Is that so?"
"Definitely."
I gave another scoff. "Well, it boughtyou,didn't it?"
If I thought she'd been blushing before, I was dead wrong. As I watched, her color went from light pink to a deep red.
For a split second, I almost felt bad for tweaking her. The truth was, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I wasn't normally like this. Yeah, I could be a dick, but I'd never been cruel, not on purpose, and especially not to a girl.
But Anna – she was getting under my skin – and not in the way I'd expected.
It didn't help when she lifted her chin and said, "Technically, yourentedme. So there."