“I know the kind of guy you are.”
“You do? Please tell me, I can’t
wait to hear this assessment.”
“You’re arrogant, pig headed, and
you think a girl’s just going to fall to her knees if you take your shirt off…” To my credit I was still standing. “Speaking of which, why is your shirt
off?”
He smirked. “Why do you think it’s
off? Since you’re the expert on guys
like me apparently. I’m going to ignore the fall to their knees comment. You
look cute when you blush, but it might push you over the edge.”
“I’m sure there’s a reason for it.”
I crossed my arms, wishing I were in my own clothes and wishing he hadn’t made
me think about falling to my knees around him. That just made me wonder if his
lower half was as impressive as his top.
“There is. Maybe I’ll tell you
about it sometime.” As if he could read
my thoughts, he adjusted the waist of his jeans.
“Not likely. Is there a reason
you’re still here even though I told you Toby’s out?”
“Yes. He wasn’t in his office
either. I need to find him.”
“I won’t be able to help you
there.”
“But you might be able to help me
in other ways?” He smirked again, and I had a feeling those kind of lines had
worked for him before.
“Could you just leave?”
“I suppose I could. Is that what
you want?”
I nodded.
“Maybe I’ll see you around again. I
think I missed your name though.”
“You didn’t miss it. I never told
you.”
“Oh. I see. I’m Jared.” He held out
his hand like he wanted to shake. I resisted the urge to take it, to find out
what his touch felt like.
“If you’re going to be that way.”
He flashed me another smile before walking out the door. “See you around, sleep
over girl.”
