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“or would you like to watch while I do it myself?”

NINE
    â€œWhy are you doing this?” Clint asked Jeannie.
    She put her hands on her hips.
    â€œDo you always ask a girl why she wants to sleep with you?” she asked.
    â€œNot always.”
    â€œWhy now?”
    â€œI’m curious.”
    Jeannie hesitated a moment, then lifted her chin and said, “Well, she’s eventually going to get you into bed. I just want to beat her to it.”
    â€œI see.”
    â€œDid you think it was because I was in love with you?” she asked.
    â€œNo,” he said, “I didn’t think that. But what makes you think she’ll eventually get me into bed?”
    â€œIt’s what she does,” Jeannie said, “and I’ve never known of a man who told her no.”
    â€œI might be the first.”
    She laughed.
    â€œYou accepted her invitation to supper,” she said, “and you agreed to meet with her tomorrow in private. And suddenly you’re going to start saying no?” She raised her arms again. “Now, what’s it going to be? You or me?”
    He studied her for a long moment, then said, “I’ll do it.”
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    The man at the table stood up as Capucine entered the room and said, “Hello, darling.”
    â€œOh, do sit down,” she told him, gesturing with her hand then sitting across from him.
    He did as he was told.
    â€œCan I get you a drink?”
    â€œPour me a brandy,” she said.
    He did so, and poured himself one, from the decanter on the table between them.
    â€œWhere’s Jeannie?”
    â€œShe is with Mr. Adams,” she said, “hopefully fucking his brains out.”
    â€œDo you think he was interested in her?”
    â€œOf course,” she said. “He’s a man, isn’t he? He was interested in both of us.”
    â€œHow was supper?”
    â€œExtremely delicious, as usual,” she said, “and very, very interesting.”
    â€œInteresting?”
    â€œMr. Adams is a very interesting man,” she said. “Not at all what I expected.”
    â€œWhat did you expect?”
    â€œWell,” she said, “I expected something of a, well, barbarian.”
    â€œAnd he was not?’
    â€œNot at all,” she said.
    â€œBut he can’t be a gentleman.”
    â€œThat depends on what you’d call a gentleman,” she said. “Let’s just say he had excellent table manners, and leave it at that.”
    â€œWell, all right, then,” the man said, “but . . . did he agree?”
    â€œHe agreed to meet with me tomorrow,” she told him, “in private.”
    â€œBut did he agree to help you?”
    â€œWe didn’t discuss it in detail, not at the restaurant,” she said.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œToo many ears.”
    â€œSo then you won’t really approach him until tomorrow?” he asked.
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œDo you think he’ll agree?”
    â€œOh, he’ll agree, all right,” she said confidently, sipping her drink.
    â€œHow can you be so sure?”
    She batted her eyelashes at him and said, “Have you ever known a man to say no to me?”
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    Clint approached Jeannie, slid his hands around her waist. He found the catch there and released it, then drew the zipper down. The dress came away from her body, exposing her breasts. He was surprised not to find support garments underneath. He thought all the women in Louisiana wore them.
    â€œI don’t like corsets,” she told him, as if reading his mind. “They make me feel . . . confined.”
    He pulled the dress off her. There was a wisp of a garment around her hips, and he tugged that down to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it away, kept her hands over her head, which lifted her smallish breasts. He cradled them in his hands, the