Page 59 of Dirty Like Zane
I sipped my beer, straightening my shoulders and sitting up perfectly straight. “I don’t even know what you’re talkingabout.”
“Right.”
I gave him a cool eyeballing. “And for the new guy on the block, you’re damn nosy, I’ll tell youthat.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m just perceptive isall.”
“Hmm.”
“I mean, when I first came onboard, obviously I noticed you’re smoking hot. Noticed you were single. Can’t blame a guy forthat.”
“Is thatso?”
“Yep. Gorgeous eyes. Tight little bod…” For the first time since we sat down together—that I’d noticed—his gaze wandered south of my face. Then his eyes met mine again and I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t even sure if he was coming on to me, or working his way toward some sort of point. “No ring on that ringfinger…”
“Uh-huh.”
“But then I realized, you’re notavailable.”
“Meaningwhat?”
“Meaning, you’re notavailable.”
“Except that I am available. Because, as you said, I’msingle.”
“No, you’renot.”
“Yes. Iam.”
“You’re totally available?” hechallenged.
“Yup.”
“Meaning you could hook up tonight with some random dude in thisbar.”
“Yup.”
“Somestranger.”
“Yes.”
“Like some charming bass player you hardlyknow…”
“If I wantedto.”
“You could just lean in…” He put his elbow on the table between us and leaned in, until he was inches from my face. “And kiss me.” His gaze dropped to my lips. “Rightnow.”
“If I wanted to,” Irepeated.
His eyes met mine. “Here’s yourchance.”
“Lucky me.” I made absolutely no move to kiss him, sipping my beerinstead.
He grinned. Then he sat back in his seat and drank his beer. He waggled his finger at me. “I’ll figure you out, Maggie Omura. I’ll find out who itis.”
“Just when I thought you were a nice guy, Matt,” I saiddryly.
He laughedagain.
