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He stops just before me. Way too close for a casual acquaintance. Even with my added height, I have to tip my head back a little to meet his gaze.
“Anna Jones,” he drawls, “fancy meeting you here.” That he appears pleased makes my insides dip.
“Not by my own volition,” I manage.
His lopsided smile grows. “Who suckered you into coming?”
“Iris, my roommate and soon-to-be resident on the missing persons list.”
Light laughter breaks from him, and his eyes warm. “I don’t know... I’m kind of grateful to her.”
“You can thank her when she stops sucking her boyfriend’s face off. As for me, I’m leaving.”
“Now? You just got here.”
“How do you know? I might have been here for hours.”
He shifts his weight onto one leg, bringing him closer. “Jones, I knew the second you walked in the door.”
“Bull.” I say it reflexively.
He grins. “I shit you not.”
My skin is too tight, my flesh too warm. “How is that even possible?”
Another small laugh leaves him. “Seriously?”
His gaze travels down to my chest, lingering as his nostrils flare, before slowly trailing back up to my face. When my glare registers, he merely gives me a sheepish look as if to say he knows he’s busted but isn’t really sorry.
Not that I can totally blame him. My boobs are swelling over the edge of my top. I have the desperate urge to hike the cami up, but I resist and cross my arms under my breasts instead. The action lifts my cleavage higher.
A dare.
I think.
I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing anymore.
Color tinges the high crests of his cheeks and those hot eyes glide back down.
“Okay,” he says thickly. “Now I know you’re messing with me.”
The fan of his lashes casts shadows on his cheeks as he peers at me. “But I’m willing to be tortured.”
My arms drop. Nerves flutter in my belly. I’ve been with guys. And I like sex. Love good sex, elusive as it is. But flirting with Baylor? I can’t handle it. He’s too much. He makes my mouth dry and my hands twitch with wanting to run them over him.
The truth is I don’t understand why he persists in talking to me. I’m nothing like his usual women. I’m not even nice to him. Something I refuse to feel guilty about.
“I wasn’t offering,” I say. Not precisely true. Which is why I need to leave.
I turn, ready to hunt down Iris, when he moves to touch my elbow with the tips of his fingers. Pure instinct has me evading his reach. I know without doubt that if he touches me, I’m done for.
He frowns at the action, his hand dropping. But it doesn’t stop him from speaking. “Stay.” His voice is a soft caress that rubs over me.
“I’d rather go.” It’s both a lie and the truth. I can’t think straight when he’s near.
“I can’t believe that.” He dimples. “I mean, we get along so well.”
He says it with just enough dry humor that I fight a smile and shake my head. “Let me guess—you’ve never approached a girl who turns out to be not interested in you.”
