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waitress off her feet for a period of time. A proposition like that was easy to resist. Sort of.
    “I don’t think so,” she said, taking out the copies of the shapes and colors lesson she had printed up.
    He made himself comfortable by sitting on her desk—right on top of her shapes and colors lesson. She was forced to look up, surprised she wasn’t hit hard with the scent of some expensive cologne or aftershave. Instead, he smelled like soap—and man. Oh, dear. She felt her resistance slip a notch.
    He leaned in closer. “Why not? You can never have too many friends. And I’ve been told I’m a very good friend.”
    “I’m sure you do very well with friends, but no, thank you. Besides, friend , you’ll be out of here in a few days anyhow. I suggest you make the most of your research and don’t waste it trying to cozy up to me.”
    His grin fell as he sat back. “Okay, I guess I should just be grateful enough you’re allowing me to do this in the first place.”
    “You didn’t give me much choice.”
    He slid off her desk and shrugged. “I suppose that’s true.”
    “Wait,” she called when he walked toward the door. “One more thing. It seems your, ah, charms have temporarily blinded my sister and staff. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t encourage their attention.”
    Amusement shot to those gray-green eyes of his. “Why? Are you jealous?”
    Her mouth fell open. “No, of course not. I—I just don’t want it affecting their teaching. Look, when you’re here, I want you concentrating on your research. When you go back to California or New York or wherever you have your multimillion-dollar house, you can start adding women to your personal harem again.”
    He nodded, rubbing his chin. “I did notice how your sister looked at me yesterday. You’d be surprised how often that happens.”
    She responded with a heavy helping of sarcasm. “A movie star attracting women? Wow, that is surprising. Oh, please do tell, because that is the most fascinating piece of information I’ve heard in…oh, I don’t know how long.”
    He chuckled. “I guess it is a pretty standard response.”
    “Well, don’t count me in those generalizations.”
    “Yeah. I couldn’t help but notice that, too.” His voice was easy, but he regarded her with such intent she thought he’d leave a burned eyeball imprint on her face. “So, what, you have something against men or just celebrities in general?”
    “I don’t have anything against men or celebrities. In general,” she added.
    “Ah, so it’s just me . You know you’re doing one hell of a Lizzie Borden job on my ego.” But he laughed, which conveyed his ego was hardly suffering.
    She knew he was just trying to charm her like he had her sister—more acting, she supposed—but she refused to fall into the trap. “I wouldn’t worry. From what I’ve heard about you, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of women willing to nurse your ego back to health.”
    He waved a finger, making a tsk-tsk sound. “I’m getting the feeling you’re judging me again.”
    “Am I wrong about the hordes of women waiting for you?”
    He frowned. “What’s your definition of hordes?”
    “Oh, never mind,” she huffed out. “I doubt your kind has ever been in a monogamous relationship longer than twenty-four hours.”
    “My kind ? I can be a one-woman type of man as much as the next guy. And maybe someday I will.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, I’ll believe it when I read it in the papers. In the meantime, try to control yourself and keep your hands off my staff.” She picked up a pen and proceeded to fill out her book order form.
    “Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours. I’ll just apprise them of this new information.”
    She felt a twinge of alarm creep up her back. “What new information?”
    “I’ll inform the ladies that I’m exclusively yours for the time being.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “What better way to keep the women at arm’s