Zane.
The woman was still standing there, teasing me, looking at me from under her lashes.
I could tell that she was going to continue to try out her luck until I spoke, so I did.
“Miss… Talia?” I asked, and she nodded.
“I appreciate you coming here and talking to me about how you feel,” I said, voice calm, deliberate. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”
Her brows shot up. “Wait, what? Why?” she asked, all in the same breath, laughing like I must’ve been joking.
“I’m not interested,” I said simply.
Talia blinked, stunned for half a second, then stepped in slightly closer. “You sure about that?” she asked, voice dropping as her fingers brushed the edge of my forearm. “Because I think you might just need the right kind of convincing.”
I didn’t move, didn’t react to her tou
