“No, but you are.” I stepped closer, our bodies a breath apart. “And until you’re convinced that I’m into you, it’s going to be hard to convince others.”
“You’re not into me.” She winced. “This is an exchange of services.”
“I’m at your service, Amanda.”
She blinked a half dozen times. It was pretty, and her gaze held me captive. “Please, Calvin. Don’t try to confuse me.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I’m not experienced at games.”
Was this a game?
Honestly, I had always been interested. Especially when she’d continually refused to give me the time of day as I’d tried to flirt with her at the office. Well, she was definitely giving me the time of day now. Was this my shot at melting icy Amanda?
My inner critic folded his arms and glared me down.
Do I deserve the time of day from Amanda Starkey?
I dropped my captor’s stance and backed off.
“We should go check in.” I pulled her suitcases from the trunk and stacked my one small carry-on atop her huge case. “I’ll see you after we clean up. There’s dinner with the wedding party tonight aboard a steamship out on the lake. Fancy dress.”