“What about you?”he asked.“What have you done to deserve my hospitality?”
“I’m here.My presence is enough.I could walk right out that door any second.”
“Then what happens to your promotion?”
“You can’t fire me without cause.”
“I can do whatever I like.I own the building.The company.The land.”
“Thought Dyce owned the land.”
“We both do, and he’s more likely to side with me.”
Her head angled.“You think?Is your rack better than mine?”
His gaze dropped again.“Those babies could get you a free pass.”
“Could they?”
“If you tell me what you meant about a door I shouldn’t want to open.”
“Men don’t like a sexually liberated woman.They say they do, but they don’t.”
“Didn’t we already say if it felt good, it was allowed?Be as sexually liberated with me as you want, Radley.”
Slowly shaking her head, her shoulders flexed.“You’re not capable of rising to my challenges.You’d break way before I did.”
“You think?”he asked, ignoring her feline smile to bob his brows.“What makes you think you could rise to mine?”
“The very fact that I challenge you arouses you.”
“Does it?”
“Mm hmm,” she said with a slow nod, arching closer.“All I have to do is show up.”
“The boundaries between men and women are arbitrary.”
“The sexual lines?”
“The physical lines,” he said.“Why should we conform to societal norms?Don’t women always harp on about defining their own rules?About embracing their right to choose?”
“We do have a right to choose.”
“So if you have that right, why not use it?”
Sounded more than a little self-serving.“To have sex with you?”
“Not me specifically, not any man specifically.Physical boundaries that are placed on you by a patriarchal society—”
“A woman who follows her instinct, sexual, physical, or otherwise, also faces the possibility of being judged by those around her.How many times have we heard a woman was ‘asking for it’ by wearing revealing clothing?People impose their own judgments on others.”
“You judge people.”
“I do,” she said, slurping more of her daiquiri then handing the glass off to him.“I own that though.That’s something about me.And I’d hazard we all do it.”Leaving the couch, she went back to the fridge to get him a beer.“I’m just more honest about it than most.”
“You’re right that we all—”
“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?”she asked, cupping her ear as she strutted back to him.“I’m what?”
