Charli leans closer. “Describe him.”
I glare at them. “No.”
Charli crosses her arms. “Describe him, or I’ll be forced to hold you down while Shelby tickles you.”
Grrrr. They used to do that to me all the time when I was little. Just to torture me.
I groan. “Fine.”
Charli smiles sweetly. “Thank you.”
“He’s tall,” I say reluctantly.
“How tall?” Shelby asks.
“I don’t know.Tall, tall. About Cabe’s height, I’d guess. Broad shoulders,” I say.
Charli raises an eyebrow. “Broad shoulders,” she repeats slowly. “Nice. Shoulders are important.”
“Dark hair,” I continue. “Sharp jaw.”
“Beard?” Charli asks.
I shake my head. “No. He’s usually clean-shaven, but I did notice a bit of a five-o’clock shadow tonight.”
“Hmm. Stubble can be hot,” she mutters. “What else?”
“Blue eyes,” I say. “Although they sometimes look gray depending on what suit he wears. Tonight, they were definitelyblue, blue.”
Charli smirks. “Tall, tall andblue, blue. He sounds hideous.”
I glare at her.
“Ignore her,” Shelby says. “Go on.”
“There’s not much else to tell.”
“What about his chest? Hairy or smooth? Abs? Back muscular or lean?” Charli asks.
“I don’t know. The man is always in a suit.”
“Then get him out of the suit,” she whisper-yells.
My face heats. “Oh my God, Charli.”
“What?” she says innocently.
“You’re the one describing him like aGQmodel.”
“I am not!”
Shelby points at me. “You totally are.”
I cross my arms defensively. “He’s just … well put together. And even if he wasn’t my boss, well put together is so not my type.”
Charli snorts. “You think he’s hot.”
“I do not.”
