She wondered if he was dating anyone. She bit her lip to stop herself from asking. Just keep your mouth shut as much as possible, Annie McCallum, and you might not end up looking like a nerd. Maybe.
"A little strange this, isn't it?" Zack said, taking the beer from the waiter.
"You mean you don't teach people how to be rebels every day of the week?"
His half grin was lopsided, and oh-so sexy. "Not lately."
She nodded and smiled politely, sipping her iced tea. The liquid trembled in the glass. She hated admitting it, but she was nervous around so much sex appeal. He oozed it. But her reaction only made her more annoyed. To stop herself from knocking the glass over with her shaking hands, she placed them under her thighs and crossed her legs. She concentrated on being very still and not letting him see the effect he had on her.
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Zack studied her but his face gave none of his thoughts away. Annie couldn't tell if he was sizing her up or just didn't give a damn.
He wasn't playing fair, but then again that sort of man didn't play by the rules. Usually she had no trouble separating the men who thought she was cute from the ones who thought she was, well, nobody important. With Zack she didn't have a clue. But she automatically put him in the latter category. Cute wasn't his style, not from what she'd seen in the papers.
He must have been incredibly thirsty because he drained his glass of beer. He waved over the waiter. "Two beers please."
"Two?" Annie asked. "You know, you shouldn't drink and drive."
He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table. "The second one's for you, Ms. McCallum."
She winced. "Maybe you should call me Annie. And I don't like beer." Or a man who presumes to know what I want to drink.
"You don't have to like it, you just have to drink it. Lesson number one."
"You don't waste time."
"Time is valuable." He leaned back in his chair and stretched his long legs out in front of him. The movement was lazy, sexy. Contrary to his words, he looked like he had all the time in the world. "There never seems to be enough of it."
"Maybe you should slow down."
"What makes you think I go too fast?"
She glanced at the Ferrari.
"Ah. I see." His face hardened and his lips tightened. "Don't presume to judge me by what I drive, Annie."
"Don't presume to judge me by what I drink, Zack."
What the hell was she doing? Giving Zack DiMarco a piece of her mind was not exactly a good idea. But he was so arrogant, and arrogant men just had to be brought down a peg in her book.
Bringing Zack down a peg or two could be a lot of fun. Maybe she should lighten up and go with the flow, enjoy the verbal play.
A soft, low rumble emanated from the depths of that amazingly broad chest. He might be laughing at her, but he was so damn sexy when he did it, Annie could almost put up with it.
Almost. "Something funny?" she asked.
"You. Bob said you were a little spitfire when you got wound up. I just didn't think it would be this easy to get you going."
"Do you mean to say you're riling me on purpose?"
He held up his hands in defense. "Now hold on, before you tell me I'm an arrogant pig, you should know that I'm just trying to get your measure. If I'm going to teach you to be more like me, then I need to know what raw material I've got to work with. Like your attitude."
So much for go with the flow. She didn't like the direction the conversation was heading in. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Where did she start? With the "more like me" comment or the fact that he thought she was a slab of wood to be carved into whatever took his fancy?
"What makes you think I think you're an arrogant pig?" she asked, taking him to task on the least offensive comment. She should be polite to him, for now.
His lips twitched in that annoying, mocking way. "Women like you usually do."
She drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "Okay, I know I'll regret this, but what do you mean, women like me?"
He shrugged and stared directly at her with those sinful eyes. "Intelligent, conservative women."
She bristled. "You think you know me already, don't you. Well, Mr. DiMarco you've been here all of about ten minutes and let me tell you there's a lot more to me than a brain and, and...the clothes I wear."
"So you admit your clothes are conservative?"
"There's nothing wrong with my clothes! Some people might think they're conservative but a businesswoman can't wear sexy outfits or T-shirts with offensive slogans."
"Why not? Maybe you should try it one day. In fact, maybe I'll get you to try it this weekend. Something like what those girls are wearing."
He indicated the two starlets at a nearby table in their white shorts and low-cut tops with a good length of bare midriff exposed in between. Suddenly aware that the object of their temporary obsession was actually taking notice of them, they stopped giggling, replaced their grins with practiced expressions of boredom and thrust out over-sized br**sts.
But Zack's attention had already returned to Annie. She had to admit, it felt good to be with him. He was smooth, sophisticated. Most men would let their gaze wander to the starlets, but he gave her his undivided attention. He knew exactly how to make the woman he was with feel good—and he was probably going to use every trick in his repertoire on Annie, just to amuse himself. Well, she certainly wouldn't fall for any of them. Plenty of men like him had tried when she was younger, but none had succeeded. She didn't care about their fickle, fake interest.
"I wouldn't be caught dead in something like that." She sniffed. "Besides, I don't have the figure for it."
Big mistake. Zack's gaze traveled from her face to her throat, then languidly over her br**sts—where they lingered way too long—and down to her hips and legs. Her face flushed and she wished she'd worn long pants like usual instead of the short skirt.
"Oh, I don't know," he said quietly. "You might be able to pull it off."
She didn't know whether to be offended or flattered so she didn't say anything.
"I've embarrassed you," he said. "Sorry." He didn't look sorry. He looked amused.
"I'm not embarrassed. I'm just not sure this is appropriate conversation for two people who've just met."
"Maybe we should get to know each other first. That way I can work out what needs improving."
"Improving?"
He held up his hands. "Sorry, wrong choice of words. It's just that Bob was very specific about what he wants. He wants a rebel. And," Zack sighed as he studied her again, quickly this time, "I just don't see an iced tea-drinking, suit-wearing woman as a rebel."