"Why, thank you, sugar," Chloe giggled, tossing long, golden tresses over her shoulder. "If LA's good for anything, it's tanning whether your on the beach or in the booth." Though, she would never go in for those chemical processes; the Southern belle preferred to bake the old fashioned way. "Yours isn't bad, either." Hazel eyes traced the contours and cuts of his chest and stomach behind her designer lenses.
His offer of a game made the bubbly blonde laugh and clap her hands delightedly. "Oh, no. No, no I couldn't possibly. I'm afraid I'm not very athletic," Chloe admitted with a smile that bordered on embarrassed. She'd never excelled in sports beyond riding despite her physical conditioning; coordination wasn't a gift she'd been blessed with. "Besides, I'm sure your friends wouldn't want to play with an old woman like me." He couldn't be much more than twenty-five, not that she minded at all. The ability to still turn the heads of younger men amused her to no end.