The server appears, and he doesn’t look away from me once as he orders two coffees like he’s memorized my drink already. He probably has, and I hate that I like that.
When the server leaves, he leans in slightly. “Are you nervous?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I glare at him. “You can’t call me a liar.”
“You lied,” he says calmly.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
I grip my pen like a lifeline. “Okay, let’s just… do this. The interview, questions, answers, and zero flirting.”
He rests his chin on his hand and smiles. “You can flirt if you want.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You do,” he murmurs.
I nearly choke on air.
“You’re insufferable,” I whisper.
“And you’re beautiful.”
Heat floods my chest, my cheeks, my entire existence. Why does he say things like that in that voice? Why does he sit like that? Why does he smell so…?
No, I need to focus.
I click my pen. “Fine, so here’s a serious question. Why are you part of the Ten Sexiest Men feature?”
“Because I agreed to be,” he says simply.
“Yes, but why? You don’t seem like the type.”
“What type is that?”
“Showy and attention-seeking,” I say, watching for his reaction.
His smile deepens. “I only want attention from one woman.”
My breath hitches. “Jaxon.”
“Yes?”
“Stop.”
“No.”
“This isn’t fair.” I can feel the flush rushing into my cheeks. I’m getting hotter the more I stare at him.
“That’s not a complaint,” he says quietly. “That’s admission.”
I go very still.
