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work twice as hard to please you.”
    “So what you’re saying is you’re lazy.”
    My sudden onset of nerves disappears and a smile comes unbidden in their wake. “Never in my entire life has that moniker been assigned me.”
    She looks me up and down, her smile slipping. “You’re wearing a tux.”
    “Indeed I am.” I shift the car into first gear and pull back out into the city traffic.
    “I’m underdressed.”
    “Not for long,” I say mysteriously. I had thought about this part of my plan a lot this week, and now I’m terribly pleased to have put it into motion. This will make her a very happy girl and, consequently, me a happy man. I can already tell the sex is going to be outstanding. There’s just something about her …
    “I thought we were doing a little extra on this date,” she says.
    “We are.” I glance over at her to see that her smile has slipped even more. She seems nervous. It makes me more confident. I don’t know why I feel the need to impress her so much, but I do.
    “Going right to bed isn’t really what I was talking about when I said doing more things, but if that’s the way you want to play it…” She sighs.
    I reach over and pat her on the thigh, instantly admiring the softness that is revealed through the thin material of her business skirt. “Not to worry. I have everything taken care of.”
    She says nothing as I withdraw my hand and put it back on the steering wheel. The interior of the vehicle fills with an awkward silence. Perhaps I moved too fast touching her so soon. Drat it to bits.
    “What kind of car is this?” she finally says, saving me from self-flagellation.
    “It’s an Aston Martin.” I shift smoothly into fourth gear as we move uptown.
    “That’s James Bond’s car, isn’t it?”
    I sigh, a little embarrassed over my father’s extravagance and wicked sense of humor. It wasn’t my first choice as a company car, but it came with the flat. “Yes, I am the quintessential Englishman, I’m afraid.”
    “What’s your name?” she asks, sounding as if she’s going to laugh.
    “Bond. James Bond.”
    And then she does laugh. It’s a musical thing, and it makes me smile in response.
    “It’s William, actually,” I say, embarrassed to have fallen into calling myself a fictional character. Could I be any more ridiculous? No, I’m afraid not.
    “Do you have a last name?”
    I look over at her for a moment as I try to judge her thoughts. “Are we doing last names?” I ask.
    She shrugs. “I guess not. William is good. I’m Jennifer by the way, not Medusa.”
    “No, most definitely not Medusa. Nice to meet you, Jennifer.” I hold out my hand.
    She takes it in hers and shakes it awkwardly, my wrist being bent backwards. “Nice to meet you William No-Last-Name.” She releases my hand and rests hers in her lap. “So where are we going, exactly?”
    “You’ll see.” I love the fact that neither of us really knows what will happen next. I’ve never been so spontaneous in my entire life. Usually everything that happens with me, happens for a good, well-thought-out reason and with plenty of careful pre-planning; however, tonight I only have three plans: to get her dressed, get her tipsy, and then get her undressed. My strategy is simple but elegant in its design. Nothing could possibly go wrong and everything is guaranteed to go right, now that I know she lied in her advert. She is definitely not just attractive. She’s stunning, and the best part is, I can tell by the way she talks and carries herself that she doesn’t even realize it.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Jennifer

    WHEN HE PULLS UP TO a boutique, I’m confused. Does he own it? Are we going to have sex in the back room? If he tells me we’re doing it in the display window, I’m going to knock his block off and take a taxi home. This is supposed to be fun, not freaky.
    He comes around to my side of the car and opens my door.
    “What is this place?” I ask, as I accept his hand and step out of the