Her shoulders relax just a little. She’s about to get out of the car when she stops abruptly and turns back to me. “You should know… I never do this kind of thing.”
“What kind of thing?”
She exhales sharply. “Don’t make me say it.”
I shake my head hopelessly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sleeping with my employer,” she says through gritted teeth. “This was a first.”
“Ah, that.” I smile. “I guess I did know what you were talking about.”
She rolls her eyes. “Asshole.”
Then she gets out of the car, slams the door hard, and walks into her building without turning back to glance at me. But I know she wants to.
Because I’m under her skin now.
Just like she’s under mine.