“Eager much?”
“What can I say, I enjoy your company.”It was true.Far more than he should, considering she was an enemy of the nation.She had done who knew how much damage to their country, and here he was, playing house with her and fantasizing about sleeping with her.
“Now that’s a lie.”
“Why would you say that?”he questioned, feeling defensive on her behalf.He did enjoy her company.Even though he shouldn’t.Nick would have his ass if he knew and pull him quicker than he could blink an eye.He had to remind himself of his objective.
“I know I’m not the most personable.”
“You’re an acquired taste.”She was slowly warming up to him.It just took a while to get through all of her thick layers.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Just like I’m robust.”
“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”She grimaced as she dried off the plates.
“Not anytime soon.”
She flicked some of the water still on her fingers at him.“Fine.”
Jack chuckled, liking seeing her more playful side come out.He brushed the water from his face and checked his watch, shocked how late it was getting.He didn’t think he’d been here as long as he had.“I should get going.I have a long day tomorrow.”
“I have a long week myself.”
“May I text you?”
“Sure, just don’t blow up my phone at all hours.”
“I’ll keep it to a minimum.”He wasn’t much of a texter, so there was no concern there.
Andrea paused as if in thought.“And no body pictures.”
“I shall refrain.”He bit his lip to hold back his laughter.The things she suggested sometimes.
“Okay.”She rattled off her number which Jack put in his phone and hit dial.Her phone lit up, and he hung up.
“Now you have mine.”
“Lucky me,” she mused, walking him to the door.
“You should feel lucky.I don’t give it out to many.”
“I’m surprised.”
“I don’t want women blowing up my phone, so I don’t make it a habit to give out my number.”
“I guess that makes sense.It’s easier to ignore them too when you don’t have to block their calls or change your number.”
“You really do have a low opinion of me.”
“Prove I’m wrong then.”
A challenge.He liked it.“I will.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispered, leaning against the doorframe.
“Now am I supposed to wait two days to text, or because we aren’t dating, we don’t have to follow those rules?”
