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“Mostly. But you’re not quiet anymore.”
“Not I’m just getting through the day.”
“Turns out, you have an ego on you, which I didn’t expect.” His eyes narrow and I pull back in surprise.
“Excuse me? I have an ego? You’re practically a blimp, your head’s so big. Are you kidding me right now?”
“Come on, Fiona. You know what you look like and you flaunt it.”
“Flaunt it?” I push myself to my feet. “Flaunt ithow,old man?”
His jaw tics at that. Guess he doesn’t like me mentioning his age. “The tank tops. The tight pants. You’re practically lying around naked at the apartment. You want me to look.”
“Are you seriously criticizing how I dress?”
“Not in the slightest,” he says, getting to his feet. “Ilovethe way you dress. But I am saying you know how you look, and you want to show it off. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
I laugh, shaking my head. The goddamn audacity of this man. No wonder he hasn’t been in a long-term relationship in a while if he has the nerve to say something like that to me.
“I’ll say this once, so listen up. I never,everdress with you in mind. What I wear is my business.”
He shrugs. “All right. I hear you.”
“And I donothave an ego.” I hesitate, about to storm off. “Although I am hot and I damn well know it, asshole.”
I walk away, fuming. For a second, I thought we were forming a connection, but he had to take his fat foot and shove it in his stupid mouth.
The asshole.I’mthe one with the ego? Gareth thinks he’s a gift to the world, like he’s the greatest, most intelligent lawyer ever.
And he’s the one that knows what he looks like and is trying to show it off. I notice the tight white t-shirts. The slim loungewear. He’s not shy about giving me a nice peek at his muscular arms.
Fucker. What a little fucker. Okay, maybe he’s not totally wrong, maybe I wear makeup way more than I normally would when I’m at home, and maybe I’m putting on nicer stuff because I know he’ll be around. But I’m notshowing offfor him. I’m not doinganythingfor him.
All I’m trying to do is survive this stupid nightmarehedragged me into.
Chapter16
Gareth
Fiona’s pissed and she doesn’t try to hide it.
I wasn’t trying to get all controlling asshole on her. I was only trying to tease a little bit, draw attention to the fact that I notice what she wears, and I fucking like it.
Instead, she took it like I was being a dick.
But it’s fine. She’s right. We don’t need to get close, we only need to get through this.
Friday comes around. I’ve been skipping out on work to cram in Operation Know Fiona, and now it’s time for one final test. “We’re going to dinner tonight with my friends,” I tell her in the morning. I make her coffee, though she barely glances at me. “You need to meet them before we leave for Gloucester.”
“Fine,” she says, banging around the kitchen, getting herself some cereal. “Anything else?”
“It’s an upscale place. Extremely upscale. Wear something nice.”
She turns to me. “Oh, good, so you’re going to start talking about my clothes again?” She gestures at her sweats and sweatshirt. “You think this is too sexy?”
I stare at her for a moment, head tilted. “Would you rather I not tell you? Let you guess the dress code?”
She wilts slightly. “Fine. I’ll be ready by seven. Does that work?”
