An unwanted guest

He turned to her, smiled with a slow pleasure that tugged one corner of his lips upward.

"What's wrong?" Izzy asked, feeling uncomfortable from his weird gaze.

"I wonder if you'd fight me right this minute if I decided to steal a kiss? Or would you poker up like a marble cold statue and let me do my worst?"

Izzy took a second to register what he had just said. Panic rose in her mind as she opened the car door and stormed out.

Jeremy realized the effect and gravity of what he had just said. He quickly got out of the car and walked towards her.

"Izzy, I'm sorry. It's just a habit I have of saying stupid things when I'm around a beautiful woman" he apologized.

She tore her gaze away though she could feel the warmth of a flush creeping along her neck.