“Huh? I thought you knew why I was here.” I frown.
“How would I know?”
“Well, why didn’t you ask me last night when we were in the kitchen if you didn’t know?”
“I suppose I felt like I was living in a dream, so I forgot. There you were, standing all sexy in that flimsy T-shirt, and all I could think was, had my fantasy come to life?”
“What do you mean, your fantasy?” I can feel my face growing bright red.
“I mean, a sexy woman in barely any clothes, standing in the kitchen, staring at me like I was a snack she wanted to nibble on.”
“I was not staring at you like you were a snack I wanted to nibble on.”
“Maybe I got that wrong then,” he says, laughing as he takes a step closer to me. “Maybe you were a snackIwanted to nibble on.
“Maybe I’m still hungry.” He licks his lips.
“Then get a sandwich or something.”
“But what if it’s not a sandwich that I want?”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“What if I want you?” I take a step backward and swallow hard. This is crazy. I blink rapidly, and he bursts out laughing.
“It’s really easy to get to you. You know that, right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was talking about the fact that I can make your face redder than a fire engine with just a couple of words.”
“No, you can’t.”
“I just did, and I can do it again.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “So, what are you doing here?”
“I’m just like you,” I say. “I work here.”
He stares at me for a couple of seconds, tilts his head to the side like he’s thinking, and nods slowly. “Sure thing, Gina.” Disbelief drips from his tone. “We are just the same, aren’t we?”
“No, we’re not.” I glare at him. “I’m fabulous, and you, well, you’re just a jackass.”
“Hey, but at least if the FBI were recruiting, I’d have a legitimate shot.” He looks at me and shakes his head. “Unlike you.” He bursts out laughing.
“You know what, Hunter? At least I’m original with the things I have to say. You? You’re just played out.”
I grab a glass, hurry to the faucet, turn the tap on, and drink furiously. I see that he’s just standing there watching me. “Don’t you have work to do? Thorns to prick you?”
“Thorns?”
“Yeah. From the rose bushes.” I want to tell him that he does appear to have a green thumb because the rose bushes look absolutely immaculate, but I’m not here to give him compliments. No, sirree. Not at all.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I say, turning around, “I have work to do.” I stop at the doorway and glare at him. “And I think you have work to do, as well.”
He stands there for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head. “You are a funny one, Gina.”
“No, I just like to earn my living.”
“Then I guess it’s back to work I go, boss.” He salutes me. “Have a good day.”
