God, he did it again. I shook my head, trying to ignore the warmth I felt when he complimented me.
“Charming with only one goal in mind,” I said.
“And what’s that?”
I shook my head. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t know.”
Alex chuckled. “You’re being difficult. I happen to like difficult women.”
“I’m not being difficult.”
“You’re arguing with me.”
“I am not!” I snapped my mouth shut, realizing that saying I wasn’t arguing with him only proved that I was. I was flustered. Alex stood, grinning at me, his half-empty glass held loosely in his hand and he was winning. I hated the guy. I hated being set up the way that he’d set me up, to look like a fool. I hated him. He was charming and handsome and muscular and I hated him.
I wanted to say something to put him in his place. I couldn’t com
