Chapter 41

She hoped she didn’t look horrible standing so close to him. Dressed in a dusky-lilac shift dress and a black satin jacket, with a lot of long legs showing and her ankles elevated by the four-inch heels on her shoes.

Annoying and juvenile… those words began to ring in her head once again. Was he on his way to meet a woman? Was she tall and blonde and heart-stoppingly beautiful and screamingly intelligent and sophisticated? Just like the woman she’d seen with him the first day they met. Was he planning to bring her back to his place to make wildly passionate love with her while she went home to lay alone in her bed and—

“Where—?”

Her small chin jerked up and their eyes clashed; tiny prickles of attraction attacked her flesh.

“Excuse me?” she murmured blankly.

“I was asking where you are going for dinner,” Scott enlightened dryly.

“Oh. I don’t know,” Vivian let slip before she could think about it, watched his eyebrows arch, felt a deep inner niggle