Trying to avoid the subject entirely, Rayne gave him a look of tolerant amusement. "You're so full of yourself, Mr. Thompson."
"Not really," he replied calmly. "I might just be imagining that you're almost as attracted to me as I am to you. If that's the case, I'm guilty of wishful thinking, not arrogance." As if he hadn't already wreaked enough havoc on her, he lifted his brows and said, "Those are the options. Pick one."
You're on the wrong page... we're not even in the same library... you're just imagining, I'm not attracted to you. That's all she needed to say, Rayne realized, but with his piercing black eyes and his knowing smile leveled on her, she wasn't certain she could be convincing, not when she wasn't completely sure herself anymore.
Trying to wriggle out of a dangerous position, she ignored his instruction to make a choice and laughingly said, "I hate multiple-choice questions. They're so... limiting."
