Priceless. Not another word for it. Not one solitary word for it but priceless. Even after everything that had happened between them, that she was still delusional enough to think he would even begin to entertain the notion of a relationship of any sort with her was more than laughable. And yet, Justin being Justin, he wasn't ever one to pass up a bit of fun.

As sadistic as that fun may be.

"You and me? Together?" he repeated, his brow cocking as he let his eyes rake slowly over her body before his eyes slid back to hold her own. This was familiar territory, this slow and false seduction. So easy to slip into old skin. So easy to forget promises made, unspoken or not.

"What makes you think," he began, his voice low, "that I would want to be with you again, Paris? After what you did. What could you possibly offer to me to make me willing to want you back in my bed?" He was close enough to her now that his words were a mere whisper, his fingers trailing lightly down her bare arm. "It has to be more than your undeniable talents," he purred, his breath caressing her cheek as he spoke the last line into her ear.