Her lips thin as she regards me. “Okay. I’ll be here at three tomorrow. Don’t wear a suit.” My chest warms at the thought that we’re still on for our fake date tomorrow. “Why not?” “No one will believe I’d bring a guy who wears suits home. Just…” She looks me up and down. “Keep it casual. You already don’t look like my type.” I almost laugh. We’ll see about that. As she brushes past me, I murmur conspiratorially, “Is it because I’m not purple and made of silicone?” And I swear I see her blush.
