He glanced up, slid his sunglasses off his face and met my eyes. Lordy, he was a beautiful man.
“What doyouwant?” I snapped, hitting the unlock button on my key fob.
“I was a dick.”
“Yes, you were,” I agreed. “Very self-aware of you. That’ll serve you well in life. Excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”
“Will you let me explain?”
“You called me a bitch.”
Granted, being the CEO of a successful PR firm, I’d been called that on more than one occasion, but when he did it, it fuckinghurt.
“Technically, I didn’t call you a bitch. I alluded to you possibly being one.”
“Which is just as bad!”
“Not my finest moment.”
“I have to go,” I said.
“Jesus, are you gonna let me apologize?”
“Is that what you’re trying to do?” I asked. “You called me a bitch! There’s no coming back from that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem the type to let the word ‘bitch’ break you, Dimples.”
“Just stop.” I shook my head in an effort to hide the hurt. “Don’t try and minimize this. You’re just digging yourself a bigger hole.”
“Jesus, I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
“I need to get to my yoga class,” I said, turning away from him, but he wrapped a beefy hand gently around my arm and tugged me back to him.
“Come get lunch with me.”
I shook my head. “I have yoga.”
“Can you skip it?”
I met his eyes. “No.”
“Come to the compound tonight.”
“I’m taking Teddy out for dinner.”
“Bring him with you after dinner.”
“No.”
“Dimples—”
“I’m not going around and around with you on this,” I said. “Until I know you and your club better, I won’t trust you with Teddy. It’s a non-negotiable for me.”
His hand slid down my arm and he stroked the sensitive spot at my wrist. “So does that mean you’re willin’ to give me a shot?”
“You’re a pain in the butt.”
“Yeah, but you like me.”
