She reminded him of a movie starlet from the Forties. All curves and all sass. And those baby blues? Man, they nearly had him babbling like an infant. “So what do you do for a living?” Amused by her obvious deflection, he’d decided to let his question go unanswered since he couldn’t be an open book either. He didn’t want to lie but he couldn’t reveal who he was or why he was in New York City. “I’m on extended leave.” “What does that mean?” “I’m between assignments.” He took a sip of scotch. “Am I going to have to waterboard you for information?” Grady nearly spit out his drink but recovered quickly with, “There are far more pleasurable ways to get information.” “Ooo.” God, he loved the way her ruby lips formed an O. He wouldn’t take the thought a step further and fantasize about what that mouth could do to him. Christ, he didn’t even know her name. “Like for a kiss I’ll reveal my name.” Her mouth curved into a grin. “A name for name. Even trade.”
What do You think about Real Men Don't Drink Appletinis?
