“I like correcting wrong impressions,” she said simply.
“And if I were to hire you, what would those wrong impressions be?”
“Wrong impressions like...”
Oh no.
Don’t.
Just don’t.
But instead she heard herself say, “I think I, um, read somewhere that you have a girlfriend.”
“Did you?”
“Yup.”
“Show me, please.”
“I forgot where I read it.”
“How convenient.”
Mr. de Vindice’s gaze glittered as he said this, and well...one thing was for sure. The way butterflies were suddenly fluttering their wings in her stomach? That was terribly inconvenient, and—
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Oh.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Payton?”
OH.
“I...I...” Payton gulped. “No.”
“Then...”
His jaw clenched.
Her heart pounded.
And when he rose to his feet...
She could only stay still, almost as if she was waiting for her whole life...
Payton’s lungs started working overtime as he took her hand.
Her knees were shaking, and she had a feeling he was aware of this.
“You have a very unusual effect on me.”
Was he saying...he had fallen in love with her at first sight? Because if he was, she had a feeling that was also—
“You make me feel like I have lower IQ than usual.”
Oh.
Okay.