‘That wasn’t what I asked.’
‘I’m not telling you,’ she said, wishing now that she had headed for her room when the thought had first occurred to her.
‘It’s different when the boot’s on the other foot, isn’t it, angel?’
‘Stop calling me angel,’ Lexi fumed, feeling decidedly unsettled by his nettling. Especially when she conceded that maybe he had a point. If she wouldn’t answer his questions, why should he answer hers? ‘And of course he wasn’t happy, but he understood.’
It was one of the qualities that had initially drawn her to Simon. Calm, methodical, rational, dependable.
‘Understood what?’ Leo’s dark voice broke into her thoughts. ‘That he came second to me?’
Oh, what an ego!
‘That isn’t what happened at all,’ Lexi countered, uncomfortably aware that Simon would always come second to him if a woman had a choice.
‘No?’ He gave a wolfish smile.
‘No.’
‘So you told him what happened in my bed last night then?’ he asked silkily.
Lexi’s breath lodged in her throat. Damn it, he had remembered what had happened and had only been toying with her. How had she thought even for a second that a man like him would be interested in her as a woman?
‘Your list just got longer,’ she said smartly.
He disconcerted her by laughing. ‘Admit it, angel, you’re attracted to me.’
‘You’re wrong about that.’ She cleared her throat and nearly spilt her cup of tea.. ‘I would never be attracted to a man like you.’ It was a lie, but oh, she wished it wasn’t.
‘Trying to insult me to deflect how you feel isn’t very original,’ he said softly.
‘Neither is the size of your ego.’
Rather than be insulted, he laughed again. ‘I liked you in my bed,’ he said softly.
His lips curved into a lazy grin that made her stomach flip.
‘I was not in your bed,’ she insisted sharply, frustrated by her body’s automatic reaction to his suggestive tone. She had yet to find anything positive about this man and yet her body responded to his every move as if he was master of it. How could that happen when she didn’t even like him?
‘No?’ He scratched the sexy stubble on his jaw with well-shaped, capable fingers. ‘Then my imagination is very vivid because I can still taste your sweet mouth under mine.’
Lexi stifled a gasp. ‘You were having a nightmare.’
‘Those kinds of dreams are never nightmares, angel.’
She forced herself to hold his sensual gaze and decided the best thing she could do was to ignore his sexual banter. ‘Do you have them often?’ she asked, trying to redirect the conversation.
‘Erotic dreams? Not since I was a youth.’
‘Nightmares.’
His eyes turned flinty. ‘You were mistaken if you thought I was having a nightmare. Perhaps you’re just looking for an excuse as to why you kissed me last night.’
‘You kissed me.’
‘That’s not how I remember it.’ He gazed at her through sleepy eyes.
It wasn’t exactly how she remembered it either.