BRENT
"You know what."
"Ah. You mean I plucked your eyeballs out of your head and pointed them toward my tits?"
"You might as well have," he said, once again feeling embarrassed, but he wasn't letting her get away with pretending she was Miss Innocent. "You can't use your breasts to encourage a guy to look, then blame it all on him when he does what you want."
Lillian laughed. "You're right. I'm sorry." She paused. "Why didn't you answer my question?"
"Why did you ask it?"
She shrugged and relaxed into her chair. "You're a suspicious sort. Are you a spy or a hit man?"
"Neither."
"I wouldn't think so." The delicious kiss-me smile flitted across her lips. "Because you're too easily distracted to do a good job as either one."
Damn.Why was that curving mouth so familiar?
"So what do you do?"
"I'm a counselor at the TeenCenter."
"Admirable."
"What do you do? Are you an actress?"
Surprise lit her gaze. "Why on earth would you think that?"
