"So why did you want to kiss me?"
"Will this guy ever stop asking questions?" Aileen didn't want to say anything more inappropriate. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her high heels hurting her. She looked at Black's face. "Oh, hell. Will this ever end?"
"I thought you were hot, and I just wanted to kiss you."
"Thought? Past tense. Now that you're not drunk, I'm not hot?”
“You're attractive. Don't attribute words to me that I didn't say.” She frowned.
“So you still think I'm attractive?”
“You know damn well I do.”
He watched her for several long seconds. “You still want to kiss me?”
She blinked a few times and decided that yes, she did, but she didn't want to admit it. She could be quite bold when she was drunk, but now that boldness was gone. Instead of answering,
