“Well,no.” She paused to motion around the room. “You’re relaxed. You don’t look like you could kill someone as easily as snapping a pencil.”
I raised my eyebrows but kept my eyes uninterested. “Didn’t I prove last night that I could match Arsenio?”
“Yes, but—how?”
I rolled my eyes.We used to play like that all the time back in the day. Last night was nothing new.
“Why are you working here if you’re one of them?”
I smirked. “Do I really work? I’m here, so my stay with Arsenio doesn’t cause people to ask questions. Obviously, it didn’t work.” I added that last part bitterly.
“Why are you guys so secretive?” she demanded.
I did not respond.
“Where are the other ones?”
Nothing.
“Have I already met them?”
Silence.
She threw her hands up in the air. “You guys are the worst!”
“I don’t see why any of this matters to you,” I said, keeping my voice deadpan.
“It doesn’t, I guess.” She crossed her arms, and suddenly the anger disappeared from her face. “I feel like I don’t even know him.” Her words came out as barely a whisper.
A small pang of guilt hit me then. Something about this woman drew me in, in all the worst ways. My wall was being pulled down before my eyes, and I was going to let her do it.
“I’ll match you, a question for a question. But I have the right to refuse any one of them.”
She blinked, then hope raised her smile. She hurried behind the desk and threw her hands around me. Pushing her chest against mine, my body reacted in a way it shouldn’t for my friend’s girlfriend. I straightened and gently nudged her away. Shifting in my chair and adjusting my suddenly tight jeans, I gave her a tight grin.
“Well, now I do want to sit down.”
“You arenotbringing a chair in here.” I declared. Without missing a beat, she hopped onto my desk and folded her legs inward. I blinked. I was eye level with her shorts. Hervery short, shorts.
I pressed my lips together and rolled my chair back far enough to look at her face comfortably. If she noticed my reaction, she didn’t point it out.
“Okay, so which one are you?” she asked excitedly. I shook my head.
“Pass.” I tightened my grip on the chair arms. She pouted.
“Really? Come on,” she whined.
“No.”
“I’m going to have to guess then.”
“Go for it.”
She tapped her fingers on her chin for a moment before looking back at me with bright eyes. “You’re Sloth.”
My lips twitched at her decision. It took everything in me not to laugh out loud. “I feel like that’s meant to be an insult.”
She shrugged. “I just call them as I see them.”
