She wadded the paper towel and threw it at him.
He caught it and tossed it in the trash can.
“Peppers?”she offered, holding up her half-empty packet.
“I think I’ll skip them.”He added a couple of liberal shakes of cheese to his slice, then closed up the box.“Let’s eat in the living room.”
She wrinkled her nose.“That seems like it should be off limits for you.”
“Pizza is the exception to almost every rule.”
“What other rules?”
He pretended not to notice the way she shook some of the peppers from her slice.“The ones about healthy eating and watching television.”
“Television?”
“And I’ll let you pick the movie.”
“I like chick flicks,” she warned.Then she floored him by adding, “LikeIndiana Jones.”
“I object.Indiana Jonesis action-adventure, not a chick flick,” he protested.“That franchise is the coolest thing on the planet for men.”
“So why is Indy so appealing to women?”she demanded.“Besides the whip?”
“You tell me.”
“He’s gorgeous, for one.And the hat.Did I mention the whip?”
“I have a great whip.”
“And you’re pretty good with it, too.Well, as far as I can tell, that is.Maybe if I had a little more experience, I’d be a better judge.”She ripped a couple of more pieces of paper towel to use as napkins then followed him into the living room.
He sat.In invitation, he patted the couch cushion next to him.Her hesitation was slight, but discernible.
With a small shrug that he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been watching, she joined him.“What else?”he asked.
“He’s a pretty good dresser.Well, for an archeologist.You’ve got better taste.But you don’t have a hat.A hat would complete your whip outfit.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”He picked up the remote and scrolled through the available movie titles, though he had to admit, the earlier music had been an excellent idea.
“Stop,” she ordered when she saw her choice of movie.
He pushed the button to make the selection, and the familiar theme began to play.“You haven’t convinced me it’s a chick flick.”
“Chick flicks make women all melty,” she said.“And thinking about your single tail and a hat makes me all melty.I win.”
He shook his head.“Maybe I should take a whip to the office.”
“Only if you want me visiting you at work every day.”
“You know…” He studied her.
She was ripping a piece off her pizza crust, and she paused.
“You, over my desk, begging for my lash?Show up anytime.”
Something heated throbbed between them.Not that it surprised him.It was always there, just waiting.“Let me get your wine,” he said to divert both of them.
