"I think you'd enjoy being wildly inappropriate," Marie said, opening up a file drawer with too much force. She didn't look back at him. "That's hardly a reason to think you sincere."

There was something sour in her stomach, disappointment and anger because she'd almost believed him. She almost had been taken in. She had almost risked everything, and for what, so an aristo could laugh in her face? Maybe he'd even stick her with the bill on top of it.

She was glad she didn't have to turn around and face him, because her eyes felt suspiciously hot.

Professional. She had to remain professional. He had no right to get under her skin like this.