“How into the idea of ‘Friends with Benefits’ are you?”
Her eyes bulged open in shock, eyebrows raising, jaw dropping open as her brain fished for a response.
“In a thousand years I would never would have thought you were the type of guy to suggest something like that!” Her tone was incredulous, disbelieving. How could this guy think to approach her—any woman!—with some bullshit like this. He was married. Happily married, as far as she knew.
“Oh my God,” she sputtered out words while she gathered her thoughts. “We’re friends,” she said, “sure…but I have absolutely zero interest in getting involved in someone in a relationship.” She rolled back in her chair, stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
He held her eyes with his own, a slight curling of the corners of his mouth could have been the beginnings of a smile or a grimace.
“I’m not talking about ‘involved.’ I’m talking about—” His hands gestured about in front of him, a physical manfiestation of his milling thoughts. “—I’m talking about a helping hand?” His lips officially broke into a smile at that, a breeze of amusement escaping from his throat. “I mean that’s the most obvious and ridiculous way to put it, but I guess it’s a pretty literal description.”