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"Green – that's my favorite color."
"Really?"
"What, you're surprised?"
"Sort of," she said.
Now, I was curious. "What'd you think it was?"
"I dunno." But then, she snickered. "Wait. Pink. Definitely."
I caught the obvious jab and didn't mind giving her one in return. "Hey,mybedroom's not pink."
"Really?" she said with mock surprise. "I was sure it would be, since you seem to love the color so much."
"Pink's notsobad," I said.
But what Ididn'tsay was that Anna looked obscenely good in it. Even that ugly-ass uniform of hers – she rocked it surprisingly well.
Cradled against me, she said, "If it's not so bad, maybe we should switch bedrooms.Youcould take the pink one."
"And kick you out? Nah, I’mwaytoo nice forthat."
"Oh, howverythoughtful of you."
The sarcasm was hard to miss. But even so, there was a playful quality that made me want to smile. Or maybe it was just the feel of her body so close to mine.
That would make any guy smile, and not for noble reasons either.
Me – I wasn't noble.
I was far from it, as I'd so aptly proved in the back seat of my car.
But that wasn't me. And I wasn't going to let that happen again – for her sakeandmine.
Regardless of what the head down below was trying to tell me, I wouldn't ever be taking Anna Burke to my bed – assuming she'd be willing, which I highly doubted after last night.
This was a good thing – for herandfor me. I didn't need a fuck-buddy. I needed someone who'd go quietly away when all of this was over.No complications. No mess.
After all, that's the reason I'd hired Anna in the first place.
There was only one problem. The thought of her going away – quietly or otherwise – well, itdidn'tmake me happy.
In my arms, she said, "Mine's yellow by the way."
Shit.I should've asked. But hey, I could now. "Yeah? Why yellow?"
"Firstyoutellme. Why green?"
I gave it some thought. "I guess it reminds me of nature…trees, bushes, that sort of thing." It wasn't a lie either. I loved the outdoors and hated being trapped inside, especially in an urban jungle with too much traffic and not enough fresh air.
This was yet another reason I was living here and not in L.A.
Anna nodded against me. "I could see that."
"Your turn. Why yellow?"
"I guess because it's cheerful, you know? Like sunshine or baby ducks."
