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which is the most perfect movie ever made.”
He sputtered on a mouthful of wine. “How do you figure that?”
Duh , her look said. “Because it has everything—romance, adventure, comedy, drama. It’s the perfect package.”
Alex found himself laughing. “Fine. I’ll let you have that one.”
She grinned. “Smart man.” She cleared her throat. “Can I talk to you about something?”
The resolve in her voice caught his attention. Alex set his glass down and considered her. “Sure. What’s up?”
Determination lit her eyes. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind about the pitch?”
He sighed and pushed back his chair, stretching out his legs. This again? “No.”
Fliss made a sound of disgust. “You’re impossible.”
Alex didn’t want to question why he tensed at the quietly uttered sentence, why a dart of distress coursed through him. He knew what Fliss thought of him. How their relationship was defined. A few moments of understanding weren’t going to change that.
“Are you finished?” she asked.
At his nod, she pushed away from the table, her chair scraping angrily across the floor tiles, and took their empty bowls to the dishwasher. The dishes clattered as she haphazardly stuffed them inside the machine. She muttered to herself. Not loudly, but “pigheaded” came through loud and clear.
A chuckle escaped from him before he could stop it. He started in surprise, then laughed harder.
“What’s so funny?” Fliss leaned against the counter and crossed her arms, looking at him like he’d lost his mind.
Maybe he had. His laughter increased in volume. “I never have to worry about my ego getting out of hand when you’re around.”
The annoyance on her face slowly disappeared, only to be replaced with a small smile he didn’t trust in the slightest. She glided toward the table. “Someone’s got to keep you in line. You think I didn’t notice all the sycophants who magically appeared whenever you, Keith, and I were together? ‘Oh, Mr. Graham, I love your movies so much. I’d loooove to work with you,’” she cooed in a syrupy, sweet voice, batting her eyelashes.
His eyebrows rose. “I didn’t know you’d noticed.”
“How could I not when they were propositioning you a foot away from me? But I could see why.”
“Because I’m a successful producer.”
“Because you’re hot…in a grumpy way.”
His smile slipped. Damn it, she was doing it again. Flirting. Trying to get a rise out of him. He wouldn’t react. He couldn’t.
Fliss leaned down and slid a finger down the center of his face from his forehead to his chin. A light touch, but he still felt like he’d been branded. Her touch, no matter how innocent, affected him like no other woman’s ever had. Why? They didn’t get along, although he was having a hard time remembering why. Her finger stroked up, barely grazing his lips. He should stop her. Would stop her. As soon as he regained control of his senses and figured out how and why he’d lost control of them. Again.
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. The permanent grumpy look on your face, starting with the scrunched-up eyebrows,” she said, tapping his forehead.
“Maybe I’m grumpy because you keep insulting me.” Yeah, that sounded good. The real reason—he wanted to touch her but didn’t dare—was better left unsaid.
“Did you ever think I keep insulting you because I think the grumpy look is hot?”
The sultry tone in her voice stopped him cold. His patented control deserted him. The sharpest sense of desire he’d ever felt in his life surged through his body.
“What are you doing?” His voice came out gruff. Strained. He reached for her wrist to drag her hand away but found himself stroking the soft spot where her pulse hammered instead.
Her voice came out soft, hesitant. “What do you mean?”
He’d avoided the question because he didn’t want to know the answer. Because he didn’t want to examine his reaction to it too
He sputtered on a mouthful of wine. “How do you figure that?”
Duh , her look said. “Because it has everything—romance, adventure, comedy, drama. It’s the perfect package.”
Alex found himself laughing. “Fine. I’ll let you have that one.”
She grinned. “Smart man.” She cleared her throat. “Can I talk to you about something?”
The resolve in her voice caught his attention. Alex set his glass down and considered her. “Sure. What’s up?”
Determination lit her eyes. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind about the pitch?”
He sighed and pushed back his chair, stretching out his legs. This again? “No.”
Fliss made a sound of disgust. “You’re impossible.”
Alex didn’t want to question why he tensed at the quietly uttered sentence, why a dart of distress coursed through him. He knew what Fliss thought of him. How their relationship was defined. A few moments of understanding weren’t going to change that.
“Are you finished?” she asked.
At his nod, she pushed away from the table, her chair scraping angrily across the floor tiles, and took their empty bowls to the dishwasher. The dishes clattered as she haphazardly stuffed them inside the machine. She muttered to herself. Not loudly, but “pigheaded” came through loud and clear.
A chuckle escaped from him before he could stop it. He started in surprise, then laughed harder.
“What’s so funny?” Fliss leaned against the counter and crossed her arms, looking at him like he’d lost his mind.
Maybe he had. His laughter increased in volume. “I never have to worry about my ego getting out of hand when you’re around.”
The annoyance on her face slowly disappeared, only to be replaced with a small smile he didn’t trust in the slightest. She glided toward the table. “Someone’s got to keep you in line. You think I didn’t notice all the sycophants who magically appeared whenever you, Keith, and I were together? ‘Oh, Mr. Graham, I love your movies so much. I’d loooove to work with you,’” she cooed in a syrupy, sweet voice, batting her eyelashes.
His eyebrows rose. “I didn’t know you’d noticed.”
“How could I not when they were propositioning you a foot away from me? But I could see why.”
“Because I’m a successful producer.”
“Because you’re hot…in a grumpy way.”
His smile slipped. Damn it, she was doing it again. Flirting. Trying to get a rise out of him. He wouldn’t react. He couldn’t.
Fliss leaned down and slid a finger down the center of his face from his forehead to his chin. A light touch, but he still felt like he’d been branded. Her touch, no matter how innocent, affected him like no other woman’s ever had. Why? They didn’t get along, although he was having a hard time remembering why. Her finger stroked up, barely grazing his lips. He should stop her. Would stop her. As soon as he regained control of his senses and figured out how and why he’d lost control of them. Again.
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. The permanent grumpy look on your face, starting with the scrunched-up eyebrows,” she said, tapping his forehead.
“Maybe I’m grumpy because you keep insulting me.” Yeah, that sounded good. The real reason—he wanted to touch her but didn’t dare—was better left unsaid.
“Did you ever think I keep insulting you because I think the grumpy look is hot?”
The sultry tone in her voice stopped him cold. His patented control deserted him. The sharpest sense of desire he’d ever felt in his life surged through his body.
“What are you doing?” His voice came out gruff. Strained. He reached for her wrist to drag her hand away but found himself stroking the soft spot where her pulse hammered instead.
Her voice came out soft, hesitant. “What do you mean?”
He’d avoided the question because he didn’t want to know the answer. Because he didn’t want to examine his reaction to it too
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