“I don’t want you to care,” she seethes, though her voice cracks at the end before she fixes it with a simple clearing of her throat. “I don’t need to find you any more attractive than I already do. I like not liking you. And I swore, just last night, and frankly every damn night before it, that from now on, you’d only be Mr. Monroe and never Zax to me. I can’t lose this opportunity, and frankly, you’re simply not worth the risk to me.”
