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This woman!
“I assure you, princess. I'm not ‘hitting on you’, as you so delightfully put it,” I tell her, despite the fact I quite possibly crossed the line from teasing into flirtation just now. What can I say? Notwithstanding the fact she’s clearly not remorseful for what she did back in the hallway cupboard, she’s breathtakingly beautiful, and feisty, to boot.
A lethal combination.
“It’s not like I asked if you wanted to get out of here, or anything corny like that.”
She balls her hands into fists and thrusts them to her hips, and I note with satisfaction that she winces. Good. Her hand clearly hurts.
“I wasn’t born yesterday you know, dude.”
I suppress a smile. “Dude?”
“You heard me, dude.”
“Is that because to show interest in somebody you punch them? Seems rather violent to me, but then you are from Texas and things are different there, I’m told.”
She glares at me. Is it terrible that I think she looks hot angry?
Yes, yes it is.
“You're insulting me and where I'm from? Wow. Just wow.”
“Take it as a two for one.”
She raises her brows. “Whatever. You were definitely hitting on me just now, which is so outrageous I can’t even.”
I lean a little closer and murmur, “Believe me, Texas, if I were hitting on you, you would know.”
She pulls back. “Texas?” she scoff-laughs.
“Texas,” I confirm.
I don’t think she knows quite what to do with the nickname I’ve bestowed on her.
“Is that because you're Prince Charming and women simply fall at your feet with a mere glance in their direction?”
I do my best to ignore the way her instant judgment makes my heart sink.
I’m never going to shake my image, not even with someone I’ve just met.
“Something like that.”
“You're just as I imagined.” She gestures at my face. “Only with a slightly enhanced nose.”
“Thanks to you.”
She shrugs. “All part of the service.”
“Remind me never to stumble across ‘the service’ from you again.”
“Oh, I can guarantee you will never stumble across my ‘service’ again in your life.”
We stand in irritated silence, both of us glaring at the other. How did this turn from being vaguely fun to outright hostile? Oh, that’s right, my damaged face and this obstinate American.
“What were you doing in the hallway cupboard, anyway?” I ask.
She lifts her chin. “That is none of your business.”
