sprouted massive ears.
 
 “No. Thanks. I’m busy. I’m going to work through lunch.”
 
 “You know what they say about working too hard,” Charles said and
 
 grinned a sloppy, slightly creepy kind of grin at her.
 
 He really wasn’t an unattractive guy. At least, other women might find
 
 him attractive. Despite being in his forties, his hair was cut short in an
 
 expensive trim. He still had the chiseled jawline and pearly white grin that
 
 probably made him a playboy back in his twenties. Probably in his thirties
 
 as well. He was fit enough and filled out his blue dress shirt and black pants
 
 in a way that women probably used to salivate over. Christina felt like just
 
 looking at him was comparable to swallowing down nasty medication into
 
 an already heaving stomach. She couldn’t figure out what it was— besides
 
 the blatant stares at her chest and bottom if she was standing up. Charles
 
 just creeped her out.
 
 It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that he was definitely wasting
 
 his time on her, but she figured that would probably make things worse for
 
 herself. There were a lot of guys that found it even hotter that she was a
 
 lesbian. Like it was some kind of challenge for them. Or worse, some kind
 
 of erotic fantasy come to life. She shuddered again and dropped her gaze to
 
 the file.
 
 “I really do have to get to work. Sorry. Maybe next time?” She knew
 
 there was no way in frigidly frozen fucking hell there would ever be a next
 
 time.
 
 “Yeah,” Charles said, disappointment heavy in the word. He knew when
 
 he was beaten and thankfully, he wasn’t about to rise to whatever challenge
 
 she wasn’t putting out there. “Tomorrow maybe?”
 
 “I’ll probably be working through lunch tomorrow too.”
 
 “Darn. You’re a busy girl.”
 
 Christina tore her eyes away from the file and gave Charles a frosty
 
 glare. She’d perfected her blue-eyed stare over the years, and since her eyes