He stood a few feet away, his green eyes pleading, but the slight twist of his lips told me he didn’t believe I’d really throw him out. I swept an arm in the general direction of the open door, prompting him to put himself through it. Instead, he stood his ground.
“So, you’re mad at me now? You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.”
“And? That doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again, or that it should have happened at all.”
“But it did.” He waited for my response. When there was none, he made an exasperated sound, and continued. “Listen, Audrey. I understand this situation is awkward between us. But you were the one who gave me a week to prove myself to you. Right?”
Dang. He was using my words against me already.
“True. This did not help your case.”
He bowed, a dramatic gesture I wasn’t sure how to take. Then he took a step toward the door.
“I apologize, then, for wanting you. Being around you always made me act a little crazy, and I don’t know why. But henceforth I will behave like a gentleman. Deal?”
“As long as you don’t use words such as, ‘henceforth’. It doesn’t suit you.”
He laughed. “I won’t, doll. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
I could understand the acting crazy part—that’s how he made me feel. The way my stomach dipped when he mentioned wanting me, made me realize I wanted him, too, which was dangerous.
What was even more dangerous was the fact that part of me was disappointed to hear he was going to behave like a gentleman. That part needed to calm the heck down.