[chapter seventeen]
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~Madelyn's POV~
Why the hell I thought it was a good idea to come here for this interview escapes me.
Because now I'm trapped in a house in a blizzard with a guy I don't want to be within a thousand miles of at the moment.
He started this. Not me.
I was just going to go to sleep.
He's the one that started with all the … all the damn kissage.
Now, I'm not denying it was tasty goodness, but damn. I knew it would be like this.
This is all his fault.
I wonder if I can hide from him until the spring thaw.
Damn.
This blows.
The last thing that needs to happen between me and Mr. Gordon is sex.
Or conversation.
Or hell, anything.
I'm just going to keep my distance, hide in this bedroom, do my job and then get the hell out of here.
Good plan.
Uh-Oh. Jeff's stomping up the stairs and sounds like he's heading this way.
Okay. Be cool. Be professional.
"This is all your fault. I was not trying to seduce you." He booms as he storms into the room.
"I wasn't trying to seduce you either." I fire back, crossing my arms and leveling an angry gaze at him.
"If I was, you and I would still be downstairs going at it in front of that fireplace." He says with a smirk, raising one eyebrow.
I snort and turn my back on him. "Yeah. Right."
"Admit it." He demands and I whirl back around.
"Admit what?" I ask. "That you're insane? Weird? Or just have a heightened sense of your own stamina?" I say with a smirk of my own.
His face falls slightly before he catches himself. "No. Admit that last night wasn't as bad as you thought. That you can stand to be around me. That I'm not such a bad guy."
"Jeff, if I thought that, we wouldn't be standing here arguing about nothing."
"Sure we would."
"Why?"
"Because this is clearly what we do." He argues. "I think your are just taking out your pent up sexual frustration on me." He says with a Cheshire Cat grin.
"Darling, if I were sexually frustrated, in a matter of minutes I could have you on the bed feeding me Jello shots while I watch you pleasure me."
Oh. My. God.
I can't believe I just said that.
See. This is what happens when Jeff Gordon pisses me off.