Putting her hands up to frame her face and tilting her head down, she tried to put the most "doe eyed" look she could muster.
"Whatever do you mean?"
This was her 'I know nothing I did nothing look.' Of course it was her who instigated things but he had tempted her by sitting there. Was she to blame for wanting to try the meal in front of her?
He was a man she fought as soon as she met him and considering the strange circumstances they met in, it was only natural she would remember him. However, her inclination to still deal with him was purely because he was one of the rare men who fit her physical type. There were no lack of handsome men she had met, men who covered magazines, men who were hailed as most eligible bachelors, all meant nothing to her. It was the combo of his aura and his looks that were a mix of dangerous and sinful that enticed her to take another look.
