“You’ve changed,” he says.
“Really, how?” I ask, curious. I want to know how he sees me. I don’t know why I care, but I do. A lot.
“The way you dress, first off,” he says as his gaze darts over me. “I mean… not right now, but… The heels and frilly skirts and blouses, the big fancy earrings.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Uh… I-I…” he flounders and closes his eyes. “I do.”
I smile.
“It’s kind of sexy,” he says quietly, and it hits my core, sending a rush of heat right through me – he’s still obviously attracted to me.
I rake a hand through my long smooth hair. “What about the hair?”
He shoots me a look. “That’s probably a lot of work, I imagine.”
I laugh. “It is, but I think it’s worth it.”
“I remember when you used to wear it wild and free, like Marilyn does,” he says. “It was just as gorgeous back then. You should be proud of your roots, you shouldn’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”
I want to throttle him.
“Easy to say, Mr. Perfect. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect smile.”
He laughs. “Why did you fix your teeth?” he asks. “I loved your smile just the way it was. It made you real.”
“I’m still real.”
“Was it Parker? Did he talk you into it? Couldn’t stand the fact that you weren’t perfect.”
I draw in a long breath before I say something I’ll regret. “Leave Peter out of it… you’re just jealous because my life is fabulous now.”
“Fabulous?” he smiles. “Really? Then why are you here with me?”
I’m at a complete loss for words.
“Thank god you didn’t bleach your freckles, because I’m not sure I could handle that,” he jokes. “I would miss them too much.”
I can’t help but smile.
He turns to me. “You’re still beautiful,” he says quietly, “but you were just as pretty back then.”
Then why did you treat me the way you did, I want to ask.
He clears his throat. “And that outfit, last night...”
I smile, remembering how sexy I felt in that rocker chick shirt, leather mini skirt, and slutty heels. “Did you like it?”
“Hell, yeah,” he says. “But it so wasn’t you. I think I prefer you in those frilly skirts.” He winks.
His wink catches me off guard – it always does. I can’t believe he’s flirting with me. “Well, you know all about the plan, right?”
He grins. “Yeah, it sounds kind of juvenile. What are you? In junior high?”
He does have a point. “It was Corrie’s doing. She gets off on the drama, I think.”
“So, how’s it working?”
