Page 53 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
He was by far the most confusing man I’d ever met.
I pushed inside and caught him hurrying down the hall toward the kitchen.
“Nice try. You were totally spying on me.”
He turned around, wearing this lazy, sexy smile on his face. “I was just making sure you got home safely. What kind of boss would I be if I didn’t check on you?”
“A normal one,” I said dryly as I followed him to the kitchen. “I don’t think it’s common for a boss to check on his employee when she’s out on a date. And you texted me an awful lot with ridiculous questions.”
“Really?” He gaped at me. “Inquiring about your favorite flavor of popcorn is ridiculous?”
“It’s certainly not urgent,” I said as I hopped up on the counter. He opened the freezer and pulled out the new tub of mint chip ice cream and shook it in front of me before grabbing two spoons. “Nor is your need to know if I carry pepper spray with me.”
“Hey, you can never be too safe.” He handed me a spoon. “I’m glad you like this new brand. We did some damage the other night, and they were out of that brand when I stopped at the market.”
I dipped my spoon in the green goodness, and my gaze locked with his as I wrapped my lips around the utensil and chuckled. “Ice cream is my weakness.”
“Ahh… bows are your superpower, and ice cream is your kryptonite,” he said, reaching around my head and tugging gently on the red bow tied around the elastic.
“What’s your kryptonite, Archie?”
“I didn’t know I had one, but I think I might have been wrong.” He moved closer, and his green gaze locked on mine.
“Did you hook up with that woman last night?” I whispered.
“I did not.”
“Did you kiss her?” I pressed, because I wanted to know.
“No, but I’m fairly certain the waiter did. I’m not even sure if they waited until I left the restaurant before they started hooking up.” He chuckled, his hand moving to my cheek.
“You’re joking,” I said, shaking my head with disbelief.
“Nope. They had a real connection, and I was too busy texting you the whole time.”
“Yet, you’ve been avoiding me since we almost kissed the other night.”
“Correct.”
“Why?”
“For starters, I’m too old for you.” He ran the tips of his fingers along the edge of my jaw before stepping back and dipping his spoon in the ice cream.
This man is so hot and cold.
“You’re so hung up on my age.” I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, I think I’m far more mature than you are.”
He swallowed down the bite he’d taken, and his mouth fell open. “Shots fired. How are you more mature than me?”
This man managed to be ridiculously sexy with his mouth hanging open, standing here in a pair of gray joggers and a white tee.
“Well, for starters, you were spying on me when I got home from my date. You didn’t see me doing that last night after you went out, did you?”
The corners of his lips turned up, and he sighed. “I’m sorry. Did I interrupt a kiss good night?”
“No. I wasn’t going to kiss him either way.”
“How come?”
