Sweet Jesus, he could hardly blame her for wanting to rip his face off. He still didn't know what had possessed him to fly off the handle like that. It's called jealousy, Trevianni. Sam frowned at his own musings. He'd never, ever acted this ignoble over a woman in his life. Here he was trying to lure Gwen toward him and all he was succeeding in doing was scaring her away. And now, on top of everything else, he was going to have to break the news to her that he was her lead man for this week's photo shoot at Vantry Sportswear. Now, how was he to go about doing that? Sam decided that a placating smile was as good a place to start as any. "I apologize for bargin' in here the way I did, Cupcake." He threw in a beguiling bat of the eyelashes for effect. "Can you forgive me?" Sam gulped in dismay when Gwenyth's eyebrows rose a disbelieving notch. She wasn't falling for the eyelash batting routine at all. Well that was just great. Now how was he going to get out of this? And how was he ever going to explain himself to Gwen when he wasn't exactly certain that he understood why he'd done what he'd done to begin with?
