I blink. The question blindsides me. He’s never asked before. "Be– because, "
"Because what?" His eyes don’t waver as he closes the distance. "You asked me once why I wanted you. I told you. Now tell me yours."
He is messing with my head, his heady scent is making my mouth water and my knees weak. I want to step back, get away from but for the first time in a month my body is throbbing, in response to him. I close my eyes, my breath a little faster and swallowed. "Because I liked you," I manage.
"Not the money? The looks? The s*x?"
I glare up at him, frowning. "The looks helped," I admit bitterly. "But mostly… it was how you made me feel. Special. Seen." I swipe my hand aside. "Why are we even talking about this? That’s not the point."
"Then what is the point?" His nearness is suffoca
