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with what had to be a surprised expression. My damn forehead hurt from the furrowing I couldn’t seem to stop. “Excuse me?”
    Cutlass looked confused in an adorable sort of way, not that I was falling for it. Not at all.
    “You are my Klow-ee. Yes?”
    Okay, the accent was oddly intriguing even if the my rubbed me the wrong way. Normally, I’d tell him I belonged to no one, but he didn’t seem to be lording anything over me.
    Or at least, I hoped that wasn’t the intention behind the my.
    “I am Chloe, but I’m not really sure about being yours yet.”
    That cute, confuzzled expression deepened. “You are not the female chosen for me?”
    Okay, yeah. Confused for sure . “IDGA selected to introduce the two of us, but that doesn’t mean I’m all ‘let’s jump in the sack so you can…eat me out.’”
    Though, really, I sort of wanted him to. Like…a lot. Cutlass looked like excellent one-night-stand material.
    “Ampetheia matched us,” Cutlass said. “And you agreed to this meeting, but you don’t want to be eaten out? The agency said the eating you out was expected.”
    I could barely speak. How did he make pervy and questioning so attractive? God, if my cheeks got any hotter, I’d explode. I wasn’t even going to think about how wet my panties were from his oddly dirty words. Nope, totally wasn’t thinking about it.
    I pressed my thighs together, not thinking. “I…don’t know you.”
    He hummed, and I damn near came from the sound. Holy shit, it really was hot in here. Needing a distraction, and to stop clinging to the man’s hand like some sort of koala in a tree, I rushed to the thermostat to turn the AC lower.
    “Shit,” I hissed when the damn thing still wouldn’t work.
    “What is shit?”
    I spun, pressing my back to the wall. “It’s hot, but this thing is broken.”
    Cutlass glanced from me to the thermostat before coming closer. He pursed his lips and squinted a little as he brought his hand to the broken hunk of plastic. His big hand. Those fingers were seriously long.
    The scent of ozone struck me a moment before the whirring of a fan kicked on. A cold wind blew through the room, chilling me in the best possible way. Finally.
    “Better?” Cutlass asked, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that made me want to melt.
    “How’d you do that?”
    He shrugged. “I fix things. Now, how about the eating you out?”
    Eating you out. Yeah. My panties were wet at the thought, but come on. He’d just walked in the door, and even I wasn’t that hard up. He fixed the thermostat, too, my inner hussy reminded me. Not that I would be listening to her. I couldn’t be all naked and spread out for him so soon.
    Maybe in a few hours.
    “You read my letter,” Cutlass said, still sounding as if he was somehow purring those words.
    I nodded, keeping my back to the wall. Wishing there was something to hold on to so I didn’t throw myself at the poor man. “Yes. I read your letter.”
    “Then you know I’m interested in the eating you out and the learning you.”
    Stop. Fucking. Blushing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    His brow pulled down, and his lips did this sort of pursing thing that made my knees weak. “Am I…is this not the way to woo?”
    “What’s a woo?”
    He huffed. “The agency said I would need to woo. Am I not doing it correctly? They told me women here liked the eating out as part of the wooing.”
    Yeah, they did. They really, really did. But maybe not with a complete stranger. “Look, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are—”
    He grinned, and all my words died a silent death. How was he so…pretty? “My name is Cutlass.”
    Surname: Too Damn Hot For Words.
    I had to bite back a return smile so we could stay on course in the conversation. One distraction, and I might do something stupid. Like jump him and let him do the eating out. My vagina could be awfully demanding at times.
    I backed away, forcing myself to retreat. “Okay,