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At least, he would have been, if not for the look in his eyes.
Dismissive.
The pulse at the base of her throat began to accelerate, but not in the sexy fun-time kind of way. He sighed at her question, eyes already dropping down to the cell phone in his hand.
“Coffee. Now.”
“What’s the magic word?” she shot back with narrowed eyes. Grace wasn’t just a sucker for brunettes, but also assholes.
Always assholes.
If there was a man in possession of questionable mores, terrible communication skills, and nonexistent concern for others, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
She should have known Mystery Man was cut from that particular type of undesirable dirty dishcloth.
Now it was his turn to gape, and he looked up from the cell phone screen he had already deemed more important than her.
“Excuse me?” he asked, parroting her.
And again that rush of familiarity hit her over the head like a metal chair in a cage match.
She had heard this voice before. She knew it. Was he a voice actor? An insufferably snotty voice actor?
“I said,'' she reiterated, crossing her arms and tossing her hair over her shoulder, “what’s the magic word?”
The entitled look on his face was enough to make her blood boil. She could tell this was a man not used to encountering defiance, and she stood a little taller, glad to give him a taste of his own medicine.She’d had it!
First, she had Anton showing up unannounced after he had ghosted her, and now she had this beautiful jackass in her labs. What was going on in the universe today? Absolute chaos? She had scorned the gods again, hadn’t she? That had to be it. What other reason would give her two man shaped problems in one morning?
“Look, why don’t you do your job and get me some coffee?” He ran a hand, a hand she hated noticing for being long fingered and well-formed, across his jaw as he stared at her. His hands looked more than capable of all manner of things, callused as they were in a curious juxtaposition to his curated ensemble.
So sue her, she had a thing for men’s hands, and this man, for all his rudeness, had beautiful specimens she wouldn’t mind knowing behind closed doors if she didn't want to slap him into the next lunar cycle. Her fingers twitched at the thought. She’d deal with this idiot first and then she’d wing it with Anton. Her earlier nervousness transformed right into straight up pissed off, and she jabbed a finger at him.
“My job?” she asked, unable to keep the shrill tone out of her voice. “Who the hell even let you in here?” She searched her memory, trying to think why a beautiful jackass would be in her world, but came up with nothing. Except…except what if he was with Anton? What if he was part of his research team?
That was it!
Of course Anton brought a jerk like this with him! She lifted her chin and glared at him. Good. Telling him off would be just as good as telling Anton off. Then when she met Anton for real she’d just…well, she’d forget they had ever flirted, or there had ever been a date mentioned at all.
“Yes, your job,” he said with an incredulous toss of his head.
“You’re here with the New York team aren’t you?”
He gave one nod. “I am. Coffee. N-”
“Don’t you dare say now, you-you...” she spluttered.
“You what?” he asked, taking a step closer to her with a smirk that showed he enjoyed pushing her buttons.
How dare he think he could order her around like this? If she hit him over the head with the nearest science instrument, she figured that no court of law would hold her accountable. Not with this treatment.
No matter that she walked a fine line between wanting to slap him and kiss him. Physical attraction could be so inconvenient sometimes. Of course he was on Anton’s team.Of course.
He winked at her. “Come on, sweetie. Use your words.”
The audacity!
“Youbrat,” she exploded.
