" Haha, very funny." I rolled my eyes.
" Sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry. "
He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face,that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret. I leaned back in my chair, stretching luxuriantly, delibrately letting my jacket fall open. Predictably, his eyes moved down my body-some things outlast even the change. I grinned and he looked away, a rueful smile twitching at his lips. I finished coffee and sandwich.
" I think, we should leave."
" I think so too, do you want me to drive you to your home. "
" With, your broken arm I can't trust you with my life. "
" Oh, really you don't trust me but you can trust my chauffeur. He can drive you back home. "
" I've my car and I can drive back. "
" Are
