Page 4 of Daring to Love

I purse my lips. “Off the record?”

He gives me a curt nod.

“Probably because I don’t intend to give you an interview at all.”

He sighs and runs a hand through his wavy, slightly ruffled hair. “And why is that?”

Careful to keep my voice neutral, I move to stand in front of him. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but notice that he towers over me.

“I’m a private person, Mr. Jensen. I don’t wish to speak with you.”

The calculating gleam in his eyes as he wets his lips causes butterflies to erupt in my tummy, instantly setting off tingles low in my belly-

Oh, no. I’ll become tongue-tied in less than a minute. Now that I’m no longer fearing being assaulted in my own home, his incredibly good looks are going to make me lose my cool, calm, and collected status, and the intensity in his brown gaze as he peers down at me sets up a flush in my cheeks.

Ugh. This is embarrassing. I can feel I’m about to lose my armour of confidence because the instant I find myself attracted to a guy, it evaporates into thin air and I become a stuttering fool.

Focus, Amelie. He’s a journalist!

I wrench my eyes away from him and practically run down the stairs.

“Wait!”

I ignore him and take the stairs two at a time.

“Have a good day, Mr. Jensen!” I push at the wrought-iron gate, and I keep running to catch my bus that’ll take me away from his prying eyes and oh-so-gorgeous smile.