It was hard to laugh gaily when what Liza really wanted to do was scratch his eyes out, but she tried. “I don’t do jealousy, Senator. And I need to get back—” “Because,” he said, plowing resolutely ahead, “I’m not seeing anyone.” He wasn’t? Really? She worked to keep her expression blank and disinterested. “How sad for you, Senator.” He ignored this. “Are you? Seeing anyone?” Luckily, she had a standard answer for this question. “I don’t do relationships.” The predatory light in his eyes intensified. So did an unmistakable look of satisfaction. “You’d do the right relationship.” Just like that he made her hot and bothered again, with flushed skin and squirmy belly. More disgusted with herself than she was with him, she gave him a pitying look and a condescending pat on the arm.
