his leg. His cock begged to differ with his assertion that he wasn’t in a hurry. She shook her head. “I’m all yours until the morning.”
He shook his head firmly. “You’re all mine until Monday; you just haven’t agreed out loud yet.”
The way she smiled told him he was right.
~ ~ ~
Shivers chased each other down her spine. He was probably right. The odds of her spending the whole weekend with him were going up every time he opened his mouth. She liked him! She shouldn’t. She’d already told him that whatever this was—whatever they were doing here—it was only going to be about sex. No strings. No attachments. She was the one who’d spelled it out. She had no business getting butterflies when he said her name. No business being so pleased to hear that he’d been asking Dan about her.
He was looking at her now. The server came and set four more drinks down. Ryan didn’t even acknowledge him. He kept looking at Leanne, looking into her eyes as if he could really see her, see who she was not just the front that she presented to the world.
“You know I’m right.”
It took her a second to even remember what he might be right about. Oh, spending the weekend with him. She pursed her lips, then nodded slowly before finishing the rest of her drink.
“So, are you going to tell me your story, Leanne Miller?”
Her heart thudded to a halt. What the fuck? He wanted to know who she really was? No. He was just making conversation. He wanted to get to know her well enough that them going back to his place and ripping each other’s clothes off wouldn’t feel quite so sordid as it would if they’d gone straight there. She gave him the smile—the one that made guys feel as though she was flattered by their interest. “There’s not much to tell. You know most of it anyway. I come from humble beginnings. I’m smart and I work hard. I’m going to be an IP lawyer and make shit tons of money. How about you?”
She was disappointed when he didn’t smile and start talking about himself. That was what he was supposed to do. That was what guys did. They only ever asked you questions so that you’d ask them the same thing. Then they rattled on about themselves for a while. Ryan didn’t.
Instead, he frowned. “That’s not your story. That’s a brush-off.”
She met his gaze. She could get lost in those eyes—drown in them if she wasn’t careful. She swallowed. For a moment she considered telling him her story. What would he make of it? It didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to. It was a nice thought for a moment, to think that she could tell him who she was, what she’d lived through, and that he might understand or even care. But no.
“Like you didn’t just give me the brush-off, Mr. Boring Banker?”
He held her gaze for a long moment, but he was the first to look away. There. See. She’d been right. He didn’t want to know.
When he looked back at her, he smiled. “Fair enough. So, what do you want to tell me? I’ll take whatever you want to let me in on.”
She shrugged. She wasn’t used to that. She thought about it. It might be tempting to open up to him, but there was no point. By the looks of it, they were going to spend the weekend together. After that, they’d no doubt spend the rest of the semester working together with Dan and then he’d go back to his job and she’d go on to take the bar. If he were going to become a friend, it would only be for the next few months. In which case, he may as well know who and how she was in school; it was the only place he’d ever know her.
She smiled. “I’m driven. I like to be the best. I’m the top of my class in everything I do, except this damned cryptography. Even if I wanted to be, there’d be no beating Dan. Oh, and I’m also a bitch.”
She looked down when his hand rested on her thigh again. It didn’t feel the same this time. It wasn’t sexual, it felt … reassuring? Supportive? She looked up into his eyes, and he shook his head.
“Nah. You do a good impression, and I can see how it fools most people. But you’re not a bitch, Leanne.”
She tried to laugh