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AYLEE
Why was it so difficult to read men like Jason? In the line of work he was pleasant and serious, but when it came to women he was arrogant, self-assured, and overly confident. I wanted to smack the smug from his face, or at least take him down a peg or two.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out. Jason looked over his shoulder and turned around, a glass of wine in his hands. He was dressed in a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos. “Looking sexy like always,” he murmured, handing me the wine.
“Thank you. I didn’t know we had wine.”
He smiled. “I had it brought up.” I took a sip of the cool, crisp Riesling. “You really do look beautiful. I think green’s your color.”
“You think so?” I spun and stuck out my hip.
He smirked. “Hel
