What the fuck is he doing wearing sunglassesinside?
I struggled to imagine what his eyes might look like. Blue, I figured. Or maybe green. Both would have complemented that sexyface.
“You must be Jace Kruse,” hesaid.
I’d had every intention of telling him to fuck off, but this guy, for some reason, intrigued me. At the very least, I didn’t want to chase that pretty mug of his away. Not justyet.
I leaned so the small of my back rested against the desk. Folding my arms, I gave him a once-over, but I couldn’t help myself and immediately after gave him a twice-over.
“You from some paper or blog? Want an interview, Iguess?”
He snickered as though I’d insulted him, which only made me more curious about what he was doing here. But something else was driving mecrazy.
“You always wear sunglasses inside?” Iasked.
“Oh shit. I hadn’t even thought aboutit.”
He removed them, and I immediately blurted out, “Oh,hazel!”
“What?” His thick eyebrows pulledtogether.
What the fuck am Isaying?
“I was thinking maybe you had blue or green eyes, but these suit you evenbetter.”
He didn’t seem any less puzzled by my remark, but I didn’t fucking care because damn, he was a hotmotherfucker.
What the hell was I thinking? I’d never gotten like this with a guybefore.
But something about him was intriguing as hell, especially as he gazed at me through narrowed eyes, inspecting my expression as though trying to sort something out aboutme.
I winked at him, adding, “Sorry, I just say whatever I’m thinking. I’m an open book, the guys alwayssay.”
“Not as open as you might think,” he remarked, and we stared each other down like we were both trying to figure the otherout.
Was hegay?
The way he assessed me made me think, perhaps, or at leastbi…
What did it even matter, though? It wasn’t as if we would have doneanything.
“So…I take it you didn’t come all the way down to the station so we could stare at each other allday?”
“You’re apparently not that easy to get ahold of, so this was my only option. I swung by your place first, but your neighbor Amy told me you werehere.”
“I’m surprised. Amy’s been good about not telling anyoneshit.”
“Well, I initially tried to bribe her, but she told me I could go fuck myself and my goddamned money and that it was a waste of my time coming down here because you were just going to tell me to go to hellanyway.”
“Oh, I see you made a good impression on Amy,” I said with a laugh, imagining her telling him off. “She gets kind ofprotective.”
“She’s quitesomething.”
“Yeah, eighty-three has definitely made her speak her mind. But I can’t say she’s wrong. So, you’re not here from the media? You’re not looking for an interview oranything?”
“More a business proposition. If we could go somewhere a little moreprivate?”
“Well, now you’re justflirting.”
