argument instead of another inadvertent insult.
“You’re infuriating.”
Kit smiles at me. “Not to everyone. I just know how to wind you up. I can read you like a book.”
I take a deep breath, smoothing down my suit. “Look, Mr. Walker...”
“Kit,” he corrects.
“Kit.” I say his name, feeling a warm flush crawl up my neck as I speak it out loud. It feels intimate as I speak it, with nobody to hear it except me and him.
A devilish smile curves Kit’s lips. I can tell he’s thinking once more of what an open book I am.
“Look, Kit,” I repeat, feeling my cheeks flush and my body tingle at his nearness. “We don’t have to be friends, I just have to be civil. I don’t like that I’m reporting on you to your father but he’s asked me to, and because he’s been so good to me and is still the owner, I agreed. It’s nothing personal against you. He said I shouldn’t look at you as an enemy and that we should—work together, to make this transition go smoothly. Is that clear?”
The amused sparkle in Kit’s eyes steadily diminishes as I speak. He opens the door for me to go back inside. “Crystal clear, Ms. Croft. I look forward to learning the ropes,” he says.
“Nothing would give me more pleasure than teaching you,” I say primly, ignoring the sarcasm lacing his words.
As I pivot to pass him, I accidentally bump into his rock-hard shoulder. It makes me blush, as if I’m one of those swooning girls on his Instagram, but I refuse to look back even though I can feel Kit watching me as I go.
I chide my body to get a grip, please. If this is how I feel now, I dread what working with Kit Walker will be like tomorrow. He makes my thoughts scatter, and I don’t like that.
He makes work seem like play and I take work seriously—I don’t like that.
He makes me feel insecure compared to his cool, charismatic personality and I don’t like that.
Most especially, he makes me wonder what it’s like to be the kind of girl that sits on the hood of a car, flirting with a guy she likes while he flirts back.
Shaking aside the feeling of loneliness that suddenly fills me, I remind myself I’ll brave this. I’m Alexandra Croft, that’s what I do.
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