"You were way too cozy with Mr. Gilbert tonight. What, did you sell yourself to land the deal?"
I frowned.
So that was what this was about. He'd gotten the wrong idea.
But I didn't feel like explaining.
"Why? Jealous?"
Giles let out a cold laugh.
"Jealous? Please." He sneered. "You're just number twelve. I'd rather not taint what I had before you."
There it was again. Number twelve.
If it weren't for our one-year agreement, I would've slapped him across the face.
"Giles, what about you, then?"
He looked confused.
I stared at him, a cold smile on my lips.
"You've dated twelve women and that doesn't make you dirty?"
"You used every single one of us as a stand-in and that doesn't make you dirty?"
His face turned an even deeper shade of red, his voice climbing.
"That was loyalty to love! Loyalty to my heart! Lissa is the only woman I've ever loved. Everyone else was just passing through!"
Loyalty to love.
He made playing with people's feelings sound so poetic, I almost wanted to give him a standing ovation.
I'd dated my share of boyfriends. Giles was number fifty.
The reason I cycled through them every two or three months was simple: every single one of them, without exception, asked to borrow money.