"Get out of the way, Alastair. " I snapped.
For an answer, he shut the door behind him.
"You see? You are not even trying to deny it. You do have feelings for him."
I threw up my hands up in frustration. "You can believe whatever it is you want to believe."
"You claim to hate him, and then you get all dressed up to go out with him.
His gaze traveled over my clothes once more. It seemed he could not get over how. . . different I looked. I had to admit- I kind of got why he was acting this way. I could not recall ever having worn this outfit. It had looked too serious, too formal somehow. Usually, I tried to avoid appearing so.
"I am not going out with him." I corrected, speaking slowly. "I am going for a meeting with him."
But he was on a roll now and it was hard to get him to stop o
