JIM
He tried not to let his eyes wander to the neckline of Rosie"s dress. It wasn"t low cut, but the way she was leaning forward made it alluring. Actually, that word could be used to describe her in a lot of ways.
"Do you, er, have a flatmate?" she asked suddenly.
"A flatmate? No. Why?" What an odd question to ask, especially when they"d just been discussing their work.
"I...I think we need to have a serious talk about some things."
"Uh-oh, that doesn"t sound good." Was there a chance she could have worked out what he was and how he"d tricked her into thinking she was his mate? He didn"t want to believe that was true, he was having far too much fun with her, but he needed to entertain the notion.
"I..." She sighed loudly. "It might not be. It has to do with my, er, nature," she whis
