He paused to level a stare at her when she asked if she looked like a teacher. Deliberately, blatantly looking her over, before giving her his honest assessment. "You look like a hot chick who knew money. Maybe 26, 27? No kids. High-maintenance. A lot of effort. Not stupid, though, and not a slut. So worth the effort. Bet you put your teacher man through some hoops. He probably liked that. And a lot of guys were probably pissed when you hooked up with him. Am I close?"
Even more because she was smart. She had her own career, her own money. That along with her looks meant that she was a hell of a catch, no matter how high-maintenance she felt like being. A woman like that could have anyone she wanted. Which meant she'd likely settled for the teacher. Depending on how high their hopes had been, it was possible that her parents even hadn't been overly thrilled by that relationship, let alone any better qualified would-be suitors. However, it wasn't a rebellious move, hooking up with a schoolteacher. It wasn't like she'd shacked up with a tattooed ex-convict or anything. So the teacher thing must have been a true love deal. Which meant she probably wasn't a stone-cold bitch or anything like that. Maybe even a closet - or open - full-blown romantic. He was curious how she'd respond to his bluntness. Whether or not she'd take offense. He had - quite carefully, actually - avoided saying anything particularly insulting, but there was always a chance. Some people had strange emotional triggers, he'd found.