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“That depends on the questions.”
“Favorite movie genre?”
“Horror.”
Favorite color?
“Green.”
“Green like mint or green like a prep school uniform?”
That question stops me in my tracks. My prep school uniform was green plaid. There’s no way he could know that, but the question gives me pause. “Mint.”
He nods once. “Did you have a cat or a dog as a child?”
A cat. “A dog.”
“Is that mattress as firm as it looks?”
Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe. Do I want this to get somewhere? “Yes.”
“Are you a cop?”
I laugh. “After all the hoops you’ve gone through to get me here, that’s your question?”
“Answer it, please.”
“No. I’m not. But speaking as someone with an extensive legal background, even if I were a cop, I could lie to you about it, so that question wouldn’t save you from legalities.”
“I’m aware. Mostly, I wanted to know if you’d tell me.” His voice has a taunting tone to it, and for some reason, that triggers a memory.
I can’t sort it out, though. Is it the teasing that’s jogging my memory, or is it something else? I used to get bullied a lot when I was younger, so it’s probably just the teasing aspect of his voice. Hard to be the poor kid in a pricy prep school. Those mental scars don’t ever really go away. Thankfully, they fade with years and distance, and all my bullies were too fabulously wealthy to stay in Boston for long after graduation.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He shrugs, and even though he’s in the dark and in a tux, I can tell his shoulders are huge. “Go ahead.”
“Your favorite movie genre.”
“I like mysteries.”
“Favorite color?”
He lets out a slight chuckle. “I hesitate to say it.”
“Your favorite color is too personal or something?”
By his tone, I’d swear he’s smirking. “My favorite color is the faint pink from when a woman blushes. It tells you the color of certain other parts of her when she’s excited. If you can get her to blush, you can see her everywhere, all at once.”
And with that, my cheeks flush. Dammit. Well, it’s not like he wasn’t going to see me everywhere, anyway. “You’re quite the pervert.”
He laughs, and it triggers something else in my mind. I’d swear I know that laugh. He says, “I prefer to think of myself as an aficionado of women. But that is also why I hesitated to answer the question. Some take offense.”
“Given the circumstances surrounding our meeting, I’d say it’s hard to offend me.”
His voice slips even deeper. Almost ominous when he says, “I hope that’s true.”
“What’s that mean?” What kinky shit is this guy into? Somehow, my champagne buzz vanishes completely with the worry of what he may want from me.
