Page 43 of Blossoms of the Heart
“That your second question?”
“What?”
“You want to know if Iseriouslywasn’t scared?” The devil, he knew he had me. I was willing to guess that he knew what I really wanted to ask but was stalling.
“No.”
He chuckled. “What’s your second question, princess?” His gaze searched mine.
I released a sigh and thought screw it. I’d just ask him.
“The woman at the institute you left with. Was that your girlfriend?” Heat flushed through me the minute I spoke. I wished I’d had the sense not to ask because there was no way I could have asked the question and not look interested.
He looked pleased with the question and my embarrassed reaction. Of course because I’d landed myself in that one too.
“Maybe,” he answered, again to my dismay and added annoyance.
Who gave answers like that?
“You have a maybe girlfriend? That means she is.”
“My dear, your questions are up.”
“It’s part of the same question.”
“No, that was not part of the same question.” He shook his head and grinned when I frowned. “My turn.”
Mischief flickered in his eyes and then spread all over his face. Mischief and something else. Something hot, sensual… sexual.
“What are you going to ask me, Tai? You should see your face.” I too straightened up to get prepared for his last two questions.
“Oh princess, you should see my mind.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Something told me to either answer his questions in the same vague manner in which he had, or refuse to answer altogether.
“What are your questions, Tai?”
“Are you seeing anybody?”
“I can see many people. What do you mean specifically?” Good, that was a clever answer.
He laughed. “Are you single, baby, as in not seeing anyone, unattached, just you?”
“That your second question?” I threw his words back at him.
“You can’t play me. You’re terrible at it. That was definitely one question and you know it. People generally tend to get the drift when asked if they’re seeing anyone.”
Shit, he was right.
“Fine, no I’m not seeing anyone. I’m single.”
The look that washed over his face was unreadable. Strange, strange indeed.
It was almost like he was hoping I’d say I wasn’t single, but then the mischief returned.
“Do I even want to know the next question?”
“I’m thinking.”
