about sex involving me
personally, it makes me uneasy. If Victoria wants to talk about all sorts of
things, I will join in on the conversation, but I never talk about what I have
done or do.” Her attention is broken by the sound of a little bell that dings
as a family of five comes in the door and sits at a table across the restaurant
from them. She looks at them and smiles and turns back to Trent.
“I bet I could figure out what makes you tick just by your reactions,”
Trent states, with a mischievous grin.
Getting redder, Teagan says, “That’s not funny. Do you always talk this
way with girls you just met?”
He gets a thoughtful look on his face. “Actually, no not at all. Usually
I am closed off and very guarded.” Trent shakes his head and looks out the
window. “Wow, I haven’t been this relaxed with a girl in a long time.”
“Maybe you need to do heroic actions more often,” Teagan suggests. “If it
makes you more relaxed.” I haven’t been this relaxed with a guy, in like,
forever .
“I don’t think that’s it,” Trent replies, looking back at her. He stares
at her. “I think it’s you.”
“What do you mean?” Teagan squeaks. “Am I like one of your guy friends?
Or too unattractive compared to the typical girls you hang out with?”
Trent leans to the side and eyes up Teagan’s profile. She watches him
closely. “I can say you are definitely too hot to be one of the guys.”
“Oh shut up,” Teagan laughs. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You could never work for me,” Trent states raising his eyebrows.
“What, am I not bad assed enough?” Teagan quips.
“No, my staff is mostly guys. They wouldn’t be paying attention to their
work with you around.”
Teagan smirks, “Your receptionist is pretty cute.”
“That’s my little cousin. Everyone knows that. She is off limits.”
“But she called you Mr. Grayson,” Teagan points out.
“Yeah, at work, I am Mr. Grayson, and she is Miss Held. It’s a place of
business.”
“So, I couldn’t call you cute pet names if I worked for you?” Teagan
giggles.
“Um, no,” Trent answers.
“Oh darn, I was thinking of love muffin,” Teagan sighs. Trent’s
expression loses all humor. Teagan smiles broadly. “Oh, if I ever get your
number THAT is the name I’m giving you.”
“Remind me to never give you my number,” Trent shakes his head.
Cocking her head with attitude, Teagan says, “I would come back and say
I’ll never give you my number, but I bet you could figure it out in ten
minutes.”
“Pretty much,” Trent replies.
“Totally not fair,” Teagan grumbles playfully crossing her arms. “You can
stalk me, and I can’t do anything in return.”
“The joys of being me,” Trent smiles.
Suddenly, Teagan’s phone goes off. She pulls it out of her pocket and
looks at the text. Seeing who sent it makes her want to throw her phone out the
window. She exits out of the texts and not so carefully puts her phone on the
table. “God, I need to change my number.”
“Someone you don’t like?” Trent inquires.
“My ex,” Teagan groans. “He started calling me again a few months ago. I
don’t get it. It’s been two and a half years. I have gotten over it; why
can’t he?”
“Well, if you broke his heart, maybe he can’t let go,” Trent replies
quietly.
“Broke his heart,” Teagan sighs dramatically. “That bastard broke my heart.” Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, Teagan exhales slowly.
“Okay, sorry, he’s just a hot button.”
“Obviously,” Trent whispers. “Do you respond to him, or just ignore
everything?”
Waving her hands, Teagan exclaims, “I ignore him. I told him to leave me
alone. I really think I need to change my number.”
Trent sticks out his hand and says, “Give me your phone.”
“What? Why?” Teagan replies.
“You want him to stop bothering you, right?”
“Well, yeah,” Teagan says in return.
“I will get him to stop calling you. Give
personally, it makes me uneasy. If Victoria wants to talk about all sorts of
things, I will join in on the conversation, but I never talk about what I have
done or do.” Her attention is broken by the sound of a little bell that dings
as a family of five comes in the door and sits at a table across the restaurant
from them. She looks at them and smiles and turns back to Trent.
“I bet I could figure out what makes you tick just by your reactions,”
Trent states, with a mischievous grin.
Getting redder, Teagan says, “That’s not funny. Do you always talk this
way with girls you just met?”
He gets a thoughtful look on his face. “Actually, no not at all. Usually
I am closed off and very guarded.” Trent shakes his head and looks out the
window. “Wow, I haven’t been this relaxed with a girl in a long time.”
“Maybe you need to do heroic actions more often,” Teagan suggests. “If it
makes you more relaxed.” I haven’t been this relaxed with a guy, in like,
forever .
“I don’t think that’s it,” Trent replies, looking back at her. He stares
at her. “I think it’s you.”
“What do you mean?” Teagan squeaks. “Am I like one of your guy friends?
Or too unattractive compared to the typical girls you hang out with?”
Trent leans to the side and eyes up Teagan’s profile. She watches him
closely. “I can say you are definitely too hot to be one of the guys.”
“Oh shut up,” Teagan laughs. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You could never work for me,” Trent states raising his eyebrows.
“What, am I not bad assed enough?” Teagan quips.
“No, my staff is mostly guys. They wouldn’t be paying attention to their
work with you around.”
Teagan smirks, “Your receptionist is pretty cute.”
“That’s my little cousin. Everyone knows that. She is off limits.”
“But she called you Mr. Grayson,” Teagan points out.
“Yeah, at work, I am Mr. Grayson, and she is Miss Held. It’s a place of
business.”
“So, I couldn’t call you cute pet names if I worked for you?” Teagan
giggles.
“Um, no,” Trent answers.
“Oh darn, I was thinking of love muffin,” Teagan sighs. Trent’s
expression loses all humor. Teagan smiles broadly. “Oh, if I ever get your
number THAT is the name I’m giving you.”
“Remind me to never give you my number,” Trent shakes his head.
Cocking her head with attitude, Teagan says, “I would come back and say
I’ll never give you my number, but I bet you could figure it out in ten
minutes.”
“Pretty much,” Trent replies.
“Totally not fair,” Teagan grumbles playfully crossing her arms. “You can
stalk me, and I can’t do anything in return.”
“The joys of being me,” Trent smiles.
Suddenly, Teagan’s phone goes off. She pulls it out of her pocket and
looks at the text. Seeing who sent it makes her want to throw her phone out the
window. She exits out of the texts and not so carefully puts her phone on the
table. “God, I need to change my number.”
“Someone you don’t like?” Trent inquires.
“My ex,” Teagan groans. “He started calling me again a few months ago. I
don’t get it. It’s been two and a half years. I have gotten over it; why
can’t he?”
“Well, if you broke his heart, maybe he can’t let go,” Trent replies
quietly.
“Broke his heart,” Teagan sighs dramatically. “That bastard broke my heart.” Taking in a deep breath to calm herself, Teagan exhales slowly.
“Okay, sorry, he’s just a hot button.”
“Obviously,” Trent whispers. “Do you respond to him, or just ignore
everything?”
Waving her hands, Teagan exclaims, “I ignore him. I told him to leave me
alone. I really think I need to change my number.”
Trent sticks out his hand and says, “Give me your phone.”
“What? Why?” Teagan replies.
“You want him to stop bothering you, right?”
“Well, yeah,” Teagan says in return.
“I will get him to stop calling you. Give
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