Page 5 of Playing Dirty
“Probably several things.”
“You think every girl eventually falls for your bullshit.”
His grin widened slightly.
“Not every girl.”
“Oh, that’s humble of you.”
“But probably you.”
I stared at him.
Jace made a violent choking sound somewhere behind us.
Mason just looked relaxed. Comfortable. Like this was fun for him.
Which honestly pissed me off more.
I stepped closer before thinking better of it.
“You’re not nearly as charming as people think you are.”
His gaze sharpened slightly at that.
Finally.
Something real.
“Funny,” he said quietly.
“You don’t look immune.”
The air shifted.
Subtle but immediate.
I became painfully aware of:
the music,
the people around us,
how close he was standing,
how one of his hands brushed my elbow for half a second moving his cup.
Stupid body.
Stupid nervous system.
I held his stare anyway.
“I think you mistake attraction for personality a lot.”
Something flickered across his face then.
Fast.
