She Touched Her Tongue To His Lips

She felt her face heat with embarrassment and tried to recover without showing too much annoyance. 

"I had to go by your desk when I escaped your bedroom and just happened to see her book open to her very photogenic picture and the note on your calendar. 

And you had no other books in sight. So what do you think I made of it?"

As soon as she spoke the words, she was mad at herself for explaining any of her actions to him, even if what she said was in part a fabrication. 

Then she asked the question she was dying to know the answer to and immediately could have kicked herself for asking. "What do you think of her romance books?" She is sure as hell didn't want him thinking she cared. Even if she did.

A brief flash of amusement crossed his face.