Chuckling emptily, he picked up his glass and took a sip. “Are you seeing someone?” he asked, staring at me intently. “please tell me you are, because it will make the insult hurt a little less.”
Did he feel insulted? “Apologies if you felt insulted, that wasn’t my intention.”
He nodded. “So are you seeing someone?”
Amusingly, my mind went to Damien and I chuckled. “No, I am not, not at the moment.”
His jaw hardened. “So why are you rejecting me, Ms. Jones? Am I not refined enough to your taste?”
My phone rang again but I ignored it. “I just went through a nasty divorce weeks ago,” I revealed, although if I am being truthful to myself, that is not the reason I am rejecting him. “I am not ready for another relationship drama.”
He stared in silence for what I almost considered the long
