“True, but the depth of your pain is not the main factor here.”
“And I really don’t get this ‘entrancing’, ‘compelling’ crap that you’re saying about me.”
Richie’s lips curved into a smile, he liked that she wasn’t vain. “That is merely a matter of self-confidence. We can work on that.”
“The trouble is you’re not really considering what you’d be letting yourself in for. Something tells me I’m not the kind of person you’re used to having around you.”
“How so?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not friendly or polite.”
“Most pleasantries, pleases and thank-yous are insincere, I find.”
“I don’t smile much.”
“Your intensity is what I like.”
“I don’t pose and I don’t know how to strut – nor would I want to learn.”
“Has nobody ever told you that there is an effortless sensuality to your movements?”
God this bloke was persistent. “I don’t work well by myself or as part of a group.”
“Then you’ll be dearly frustrated which will very conveniently bring that incredible spark in your eyes for the photos.”
“I wouldn’t think twice about hurting someone who tried to touch me if I felt I needed to.”
“I shouldn’t worry about that; you’re scary enough to make people hesitate to touch you anyway.”
“I curse like a sailor.”
“We can always say you have Tourette’s Syndrome.”
“Even someone with Tourette’s Syndrome would be wide-eyed by some of the things that come out of my mouth.”
He shrugged. “That is simply because you are an expressive person. There is nothing at all wrong with that. It is part of what makes you so intense and puts that look in your eyes.”
“So basically what you’re saying is that you want me as the face for this range of yours because I’m a bitch who doesn’t care that she’s one.”
He grinned at her opinion of herself. “Even bitches can get a break in life.”