“Are you sure you want to know?”
Did he? Did it even matter? When had he ever cared what people thought of him?
But curiosity got the best of him. “I’m a big boy. I think I can handle it.”
“They told me that your assistants never last more than a few weeks.”
Again, he couldn’t deny it. But that was just the nature of business. Assistants’ positions notoriously had a high turnover rate. Most were overworked and underpaid.
Were the girls in the office taking that into account?
Not to say that he was an unfair employer. But he didn’t owe anyone an explanation.
“And I’m not your usual type.”
“I have a type?”
“Tall, leggy, impressed by your power and position.”
Could he help that people were impressed by his title?
“Oh, and they told me that you objectify women,” she added. “But I already knew that.”
Wait, what? He objectified women? “No, I don’t.”
She looked a little surprised by his denial. “Yes, you do.”
“I have nothing but respect for women. I love women.”
“Maybe that’s part of the problem.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” And why did he even care what she thought of him?
“This is upsetting you,” she said. “Maybe we should just drop it.”
“No. I want to know how it is that I objectify women.”
She studied him for a minute, then asked, “How many different women have you dated in the last month?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Humor me.”
“Eight or ten, maybe.” Maybe more. In fact, if he counted the casual encounters in bars or clubs that led back to his bedroom, that number was probably closer to fifteen. But that didn’t mean anything. Wanting to play the field, not wanting to settle down yet, did not equate into disrespect for the opposite sex.
“What were their names?” she asked.
That one stopped him. “What do you mean?”
“Their names. The women you dated. They had names, right?”
“Of course.”
“So, what were they?”
He frowned. That was a lot of names. Faces he could remember, or body types. Hair color, even eye color. Names he wasn’t so good with.
“I’ll make it easy for you. Of the last twenty girls you dated, give me three names,” she said.
Three names? What about the blonde from the bar last week. The bank teller with the large and plunging…portfolio. It was something simple. A J name. Jenny, Julie, Jeri. Or maybe it was Sara.
He was usually pretty good under pressure, but now he was drawing a blank.
“You can’t do it, can you?” Victoria said, looking pleased with herself. “Here’s an easy one. How about your last assistant? What was her name?”
Now this one he knew. Tall, brunette. Low, sultry voice…
It was right there, on the tip of his tongue.
“Oh, come on,” she said. “Even I know this.”
He took a guess, which he knew was probably a bad idea. “Diane.”
“Her name was Rebecca.”
“Well, she looked like a Diane to me.” Mostly he’d just called her honey, or sweetheart, so he wouldn’t have to remember her name. Because after a while they all just sort of bled together. But that didn’t mean anything.
She shook her head. “That’s really sad.”
“So I’m not great with names. So what?”
“Name the last five male clients you met with.”
They popped into his head in quick succession. One after the other, clear as if he’d read them on a list. And though he said nothing, she could read it in his expression.
The smile that followed was a smug one. “Easier, isn’t it?”
He folded his arms across his chest, not liking the direction this was taking. “What’s your point?”
“You remember the men because you respect them. You see them as equals. Women on the other hand exist only for your own personal amusement. They’re playthings.”
Though his first reaction was to deny the accusation, it was an interesting…hypothesis. And one he had no desire to contemplate at that particular moment, or with her.
He downed the last of his drink and signaled the waiter for the check. “We should go.”
“We haven’t eaten yet.”
“I have to get an early start in the morning.”
Her smug smile grew, as though she was feeding off his discomfort. To make matters worse, before he could take the bill from the waiter, she snatched it up. “My treat, remember?”
There didn’t seem much point in arguing. And since it was only drinks, he would let her have her way this once.
She paid in cash, leaving a generous tip considering they hadn’t even eaten, then they rose from their chairs and walked in silence to the door. The car was already waiting for them out front.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.
“You don’t want a ride?”
She shook her head. “No, thanks.”
“It’s quite chilly.”
“I’m just a few blocks from here. I could use the fresh air.”
“I’ll walk you,” he said, because God forbid she would also accuse him of not being a gentleman.
“No, I’m fine,” she said, with a smile. “But I appreciate the offer.”
There was something very different about her tonight. He’d never seen her so relaxed. So pleasant and…happy.
At his expense, no doubt.
“See you tomorrow at the office.” She turned
