The way he said her name irritated her, and the fact she was so irritated by that just the tone of her voice was so telling. Dark eyes met his gaze however, and it was then that she felt the goosebumps. He was too bloody gorgeous, she wanted to do something rash. Her thoughts were jumbled and she was instantly scolding herself for letting him do this to her.
Her mind tumbled that word around, telling. The irritation was back, so quickly, and those dark orbs were alight with passion. "Telling?" she asked in a cool tone, her mind already made up that he was referring to the fact that with the way she was dressed, and where they were, she was proving his point. That she was a no one, and there was that small whisper at the back of her mind that she didn't matter because of it.