“My turn? So you want to know about me?”
“We’re going to be working together I should know about you.” I smiled. “What if I bring you orange juice with bits but you like it smooth?”
I was going for cool and casual, trying to mask the tingle of nerves that heated up my skin when his eyes roamed over my body.
“Work and orange juice? Is that the only reason why you want to know about me?”
I could see that he was going to find every chance he could get to flirt.
“It’s the most pressing reason now.”
“Alex Sullivan, age thirty two, corporate litigation lawyer.” He emphasized the last few words. “I have niche specialties in insolvency, company and business law. Graduated from Princeton, did everything there. I’m single, and like it that way. I hate complication, and drama. I have a four year old niece who I adore, you met my father, you don’t need to meet my brother, my mom is an art professor. She’s in France for the next few months and that’s it.”
That was a lot, but I fixated on the fact that he said he was single and liked it that way.
Meaning it would only ever be sex with him, and he would never be tied to a girlfriend.
He lifted his chin a little higher and smiled. “You look disappointed, angel. What don’t you like?”
“Nothing. All sounds great.”
“Liar. Is it the part about me being single?” He caught me out. “I’m … single and I like it that way because that’s how I’ve always been. I’m the devil, not many women like that. Want to change my mind, angel?” The full sweep look that he gave me ended once again on my breasts.
It was hard to resist someone who looked at you like that. Even in my state of wanting to keep things a certain way between us, I couldn’t ignore the way my body responded to him.
I rolled my eyes at him in a nonchalant manner, pretending I wasn’t affected.
“What’s the case about?” I had to change the subject again.
He noticed and smiled.
It would have been so much easier to ignore my uncontrollable reactions if I wasn’t so damn attracted to him.