The corners of his mouth lifted into something resembling a smile. “Ever the drama queen, aren’t you,Mr. Boyd?”
“Born and bred. I have a tiara in my closet as proof.” That earned me an actual chuckle. He was breathtaking like this. “Why don’t you call me Cisco, Benjy? It’s easy on the tongue. So am I,” I added, unable to help myself, apparently.
I mentally slapped my head. What was wrong with me? This man could make minced meat out of me in the blink of an eye, and I was flirting. Control yourself, man.
He ignored my innuendo, thank the Lord. “It’s easier if I keep things professional.” He suddenly became very interested in his attire, smoothing his red tie and adjusting his jacket. His red tie…the thought came to me…Red will be your heart’s desire. Hmm…I wonder.