"SO," MAILAH SAID FINALLY. "On a scale of one to 'I can never look at you again,' how bad were the things I said?"
Grayson leaned back in his chair, studying her with an expression she couldn't quite read. "You told me I have good bone structure."
"Oh God."
Mailah grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her face, her groan muffled by expensive Egyptian cotton.
The mattress dipped. She felt him sit beside her, then gentle fingers prying the pillow away. When she reluctantly opened her eyes, he was closer than expected, his face inches from hers.
"You also said something more important than all of that."
She couldn't look away from his eyes—dark and intense and fixed on her with an attention that made her skin warm.
"What?" Her voice came out breathier than intended.
"You said that my hot-and-cold behavior gives you emotional whiplash." His hand was still holding the pillow, knuckles white. "That you want to stay anyway."
