" "Angel, I'm salivating." I was bemused by the endearment, although I liked its sweetness. "Angel?" He hummed a soft assent and kissed me. I couldn't believe what a difference an hour made. I left Gideon's office in a completely different frame of mind than when I'd entered it. The feel of his hand at the small of my back made my body hum with anticipation rather than the misery I'd felt on the way in. I waved bye to Scott and smiled brightly at the unsmiling receptionist. "I don't think she likes me," I told Gideon, as we waited for the elevator. "Who?" "Your receptionist." He glanced over that way and the redhead beamed at him. "Well," I murmured. "She likes you." "I guarantee her paychecks." My mouth curved. "Yes, I'm sure that's what it is. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with you being the sexiest man alive." "Am I now?" He caged me to the wall and burned me with a searing gaze
mean... now, why would that be frustrating?" He grimaced. "Or better," I continued, the pent-up annoyance flowing freely now, "say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things -- from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even after he promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating." "You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?" "I don't like double standards." We stared at each other, unsmiling. He glanced over my shoulder, and then, unexpectedly, he snickered. "What?" "Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you -- he's debating whether or not to come break up our fight." He snickered again. "I don't know who you're talking about," I said frostily. "But I'm sure you're wrong, anyway." "I'm not. I told you, most people are easy to read." "Except me, of course." "Yes. Except for you." His mood shifted suddenly; his eyes turned brooding. "I wonder why that is."
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