LEXI: You’re proof. I’m not up for any involvement at this stage of my life and I can see…even from a distance…it would be plenty difficult not to want to get up close and personal with you.
JAX: I’ll admit, that was my hope—you wanting to get up close and personal, not being too tempting.
“Ah, hell,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me that. ”
LEXI: You don’t even know what I look like. How can you make that kind of statement?
JAX: 1) Deductive reasoning. You have to be close to know what you know and every woman I can see is fairly attractive. 2) I like your personality, so your physical appearance isn’t a deal breaker.
Lexi bit her lip. Seriously, could she let this guy go? Maybe he was full of shit, but there was only one way to find out. She glanced over her shoulder toward Justin James and the other reporter, still sitting there, chatting. Lexi wondered if they were both on the flight. Won
dered where they would sit. Wondered what in the hell she was thinking.
Her phone vibrated.
JAX: Would you feel better if you told me what you looked like? Why don’t you give me a little visual, you know, something to fantasize with. Blonde, brunette, redhead?
She didn’t answer right away, but it couldn’t hurt to see how he reacted to someone less than perfect.
LEXI: Blonde.
JAX: Refreshing. Hair long, medium, or short?
LEXI: Long.
JAX: Nice. Natural or bottle?
Lexi grinned.
LEXI: If I had a ruler, I’d smack your hand for asking.
JAX: I’d probably like that. Under or over 21?
LEXI: Over.
JAX: Under or over 30?
LEXI: Under, you?
JAX: Under…just. Over or under 5’5”?
LEXI: Over.
JAX: Over or under 5’9”?
LEXI: Under.
JAX: Perfect. Measurements?
LEXI: Not unless you’re interested in sharing yours.
JAX: 46 regular, 32x34 Levis, 12 shoe. Your turn.
LEXI: Not as perfect as yours.
JAX: Perfect is a matter of opinion. Though I’m glad I fall in your favorable category.
Lexi hesitated, sighed. Nothing was going to come of this. Another reason to lie.