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“Why?”
“Because, like you, I lose myself in my work,” he replied. “Or it's necessary, and I can’t leave because of senator stuff.” He winked. “I have a bathroom with a shower and a wardrobe with multiple changes of clothes.”
“Wow, that’s... kind of horrible.”
Jack laughed. “Why? “How is it different?”
Amelia lifted her glass, and Jack was right. The Ata Rangi was an incredible drop. She was drinking way too much of it.
“I don’t know.” She admitted. “I have my studio at home, but that’s semantics. What about when you are married with a family, and they never see you?”
He took another sip and studied her over the glass. “But not married to a brilliant artist with beautiful blue eyes.”
He didn’t pose it as a question, but Amelia knew it was. She had to shut this down right now. Misleading him into thinking she was looking for a big diamond and wedding vows was not fair.
He might be right. They both worked hard and long hours, but it still didn’t mean a man who worked in an office, as opposed to a creative, was suitable for her.
She didn’t know who was.
But this was meant to be fun and non-committal, so she was sticking to that.
“I’m not the girl for you, Jack. This is just sex. Great sex. Let’s just enjoy this until you leave, then go back to our lives.”
“That easy, huh?” he asked, watching her closely.
Amelia couldn’t read his expression, but the conversation was turning intense, and she was starting to get uncomfortable.
This isn’t what she wanted.
She had been looking for a no-strings-attached fling because while he might think their lives would be compatible, Amelia wasn’t willing to let someone else into her world or heart. Especially someone so different from her.
She didn’t have a lot of resilience after Mathias.
But she liked Jack.
She liked him a lot.
Every time he made her laugh, heck even giggle, it wound its way inside her and posed the question, what if...
What if he was someone she could be with?
“Yes,” Amelia nodded, playing with her fork. However, even she heard the doubt in her voice.
Damn him.
Yesterday, she’d been sated, exhausted, and a little hungover. The desire and excitement of seeing Jack again felt like a schoolgirl crush. Having spent most of the day with him, she was coming to see how much she liked his company.
She’d known the attraction would still be there, but there was a little more now—something she couldn’t place.
It felt like the little intimate flicker she’d sensed as she was drifting off to sleep, hearing his voice as the last thing she heard last night.
Amelia blinked.
Shit. No. She wasn’t falling for him.
Couldn’t.
“Yes,” she repeated more firmly.
