Then the door opened and Just Plain Hot Guy was standing there.
I got up.
“Hey again,” I said.
He did one of his half-grins.
“Hungry?” he asked.
I nodded.
He stepped sideways and did a sweeping gesture of his arm, tel ing me to precede him.
Man of few words.
I walked out, he fel into step beside me and we walked down the hal .
“I’m Roxie,” I said.
“I know,” he replied.
Wel , there you go.
“And you are…?” I prompted.
He looked at me. His eyes were dark but I noticed they were also blue. Indigo.
Good God.
“Luke,” he said.
“Nice to meet you Luke.”
He did another half-grin.
I tripped.
It turned into a ful grin.
Shit, shit, shit.
We made it to the end of the hal . At the door, he stopped and put his hand on the handle.
“Our receptionist wil go out and get you some food.
Whatever you want.”
I nodded, thinking that was nice; visions of Aunt Bea from “The Andy Griffith Show” tumbling through my head.
He opened the door and I walked through and stopped dead.
The woman sitting behind the gleaming reception desk was as far away from Aunt Bea as you could get. She looked like she’d just walked off a runway, high cheekbones, shiny blonde hair, ten pounds underweight; absolutely beautiful.
“Hi, I’m Dawn,” she said brightly when she saw me; a smile on her face that I noticed didn’t reach her eyes. She did a ful body scan and then her smile turned smug.
Bitch. I thought.
“Hi. I’m Roxie,” I said.