All your questions concerned color tattoos from photographs?” She knew he held back laughter but she remained quiet. It took all her willpower to maintain the mask of tranquility bred into her from birth. She glared at the pictures on the wall and took another sip of water, trying to get her temper under control. All she wanted to do was bark at him. She didn’t lose her temper—ever—and this man had already forced her to raise her voice. And less than an hour ago she had poked him. What was next? Hollering in the street? A bar fight? Good gracious. “Yes, that was me.” “Then why are we discussing your nipples?” She jacked her head to the side so fast the room spun, and her mouth fell open, making a little “O”. She actually had to fight a smile. He was flirting with her. He had moved closer still and she could see he had the tiniest of creases fanning out from his eyes as he smiled at her. “Do you have no shame? Sitting there, talking so boldly in relation to my…my…”
