“You know who I am.”
He hesitated for a beat. “Not until my brothers told me. Right before we left Modica. It makes sense.”
“How so?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You have to know how beautiful you are. You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”
He said it like it was an affliction and he pitied me. Because I was not as plain as the girl he considered the most beautiful person to him? Was she automatically deep because she had more to concentrate on than her looks? I did not even spend that much time in front of the mirror.
He was no one to judge me. He didn’t even know me. Not good enough to make those assumptions.
“But you refuse toseeme,” I snapped under my breath as I stormed around him, heading toward my bedroom.
He stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“When’s the party?”
“Six days,” I said, yanking myself from his grip.
“We had a deal.” His eyes searched mine. “Now let’s have some fucking fun.”