I frown. Is she trying to goad me into a fight? It becomes more and more apparent from her smile that she’s trying to seek out trouble.
“Having fun with all this?” I demand, turning to the window.
She laughs. “Oh, tons, believe me. I’ve spent most of my time lately hanging with a chubby little guy who doesn’t say much in return. This is the longest adult conversation I’ve had in a while.”
“So you decide to mess with me?”
She shrugs. “I’m just kidding around.”
“Were you?”
She winks at me. “There’s no denying that the boss is drop dead gorgeous. And he’s got the whole alpha male, dominant streak that gets me going. But you don’t have to worry about me encroaching on your man—”
“He’s not my man,” I say hurriedly. Fully aware that I’m contradicting myself ten times over in this conversa
