Page 33 of The Wrong Husband
As soon as the words are out, I curse myself.
It shows I’m paying attention to what he’s wearing. And that I’m not serious about getting away from him.Which I’m not.But I don’t need him to realize that.
Not that it gets past him. He acknowledges my comment with a nod. “I wanted to look my best when I take you out to dinner.”
Huh. A warm feeling squeezes my chest. I bat it away. Yeah, okay so he changed his clothes for me. Big deal.
“I don’t want to have dinner with you.”
I move to step around the table, but he shifts with me—smooth, fast, blocking my path. Hands raised again, like that could possibly make him look harmless.
“I think you do,” he says, calm and cocky.
Confident. Arrogant. And devastatingly sexy.
God, help me.
Icouldbrush past him, but that would mean getting close. Too close. And I’m not entirely sure I can do that without doing something reckless—like touching him. Or worse, sniffing him. So, I hold my ground and summon my most bored expression.
“Why would I want that?” I snap.
“Because I have an offer you’ll want to hear.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I doubt that.”
“I don’t.” His voice drops. “In fact, I’m sure of it.”
Right on cue, my stomach growls. Loudly.
His lips twitch, smug. Ofcourse,he heard that.
“It’s just food,” he says casually. “And conversation. And maybe, a little more about who I am.”
I tap a finger to my chin, pretending to consider it.
Truth is, Iamhungry. Despite stuffing my face with dessert, I never turn down a full meal when I know one’s guaranteed—and uninterrupted. ER life trains that instinct into you.
Besides, Iamcurious about him. Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud.
“Please?” His smile turns charming. The kind that makes women lose their minds.And probably, their underwear.
Mine, unfortunately, are already damp. I press my thighs together, refusing to let that smug bastard see the effect he’s having on me.
“Fine.” I tip up my chin. “Dinner it is.”
Something flickers in his eyes.Satisfaction? Victory?
But he’s not getting the last word. I smile sweetly. “On one condition.”
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Connor
ENTRY 3
Emotional Response: Smile frequency—record high. First unguarded laughter observed.
