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What was she saying now?
    “I have lots of male friends,” she
    insisted.
    “Oh. My mistake.” While I calmly
    took another sip of wine (this took some
    effort, since I couldn’t stop thinking
    about my dick on her chin), she gulped
    hers, clearly flustered. “So tell me about
    grown-up Jaime. What does she do?”
    “I’m a social media specialist at a
    marketing firm.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “For the most part. Sometimes I wish
    I got to do more of the creative stuff,
    more of the research and whole
    campaign strategy, but I’ve only been at
    this a couple years. I get that I have to
    work my way up.”
    “What do you do for fun? Hang out
    with all your male friends?”
    She rolled her eyes. “My closest
    friends are actually women. Do you
    remember Claire French and Margot
    Lewiston from school?”
    I nodded. “Yes. You three together
    were nothing but trouble back then.”
    “Ha. We’re less trouble now, but
    still together.”
    “That’s awesome, to have friends
    like that, to be so close for so many
    years.”
    She tilted her head. “Didn’t you have
    good friends in L.A.?”
    I shrugged. “I had a few. But I
    traveled a lot.”
    “What about a girlfriend?”
    “One or two. Nothing serious.”
    She sighed dramatically. “I suppose
    it’s hard to have a serious girlfriend
    what with young women throwing
    themselves at you all the time.”
    I nodded. “And older women too.
    Don’t forget them.”
    “Come on, older women like your
    bathroom mirror selfies? What’s with
    that, anyway? You’re so vain you have to
    capture yourself in a towel capturing
    yourself in a towel?”
    I cocked a brow. “Now who’s
    making fun? And does this mean you
    follow me on Instagram?”
    She lifted her shoulders, like she
    couldn’t remember if she did or not, but
    her cheeks looked like two splotches of
    wine on a white linen tablecloth. “I
    follow a lot of people.”
    “Right.” God, she was fucking
    delightful. So different from most
    women I met—so determined to put me
    in my place. “And what about you?
    Boyfriend?”
    She snorted, lifting her glass. “No. I
    don’t do relationships.”
    “And why’s that?”
    “I work a ton, I don’t like anything to
    interfere with my girl time or my alone
    time, and I’m not a good girlfriend.
    Every guy I date more than a few times
    wants more than I can give.”
    “More what? More time? More
    emotion? More sex?”
    “Let’s go with time and emotion,”
    she said, looking me in the eye. “I’m all
    for no-strings sex. But like I told you
    earlier, I don’t believe in love.”
    “Oh, that’s right. You did tell me
    that. And is this something you announce
    on the first date?”
    “ No , smartass, it isn’t. But I don’t
    think it hurts anyone to be honest up front
    about where dating me can and cannot
    go. So I lay it all out there.”
    I nodded, setting my wine glass
    aside. “OK, then. Lay it on me.”
    “Why?”
    “Maybe I want to take you on a
    date.”
    She made a face. “I’m not going on a
    date with you .”
    “Why not? My mom said I’m a good
    catch.”
    “I don’t trust you.”
    “That doesn’t seem fair.”
    “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
    “I said one date.”
    Her head tilted and she gave me a
    sassy look. “Maybe I’m not attracted to
    you.”
    Liar. There’s something here and
    you know it. I gave her a slow smile.
    “Maybe.”
    “So I’m sure you’re not used to
    hearing this, but you keep your hands to
    yourself. Got it?”
    It was a bluff, and I couldn’t resist
    calling it.
    I moved slowly, closing the space
    between us in three steps and caging her
    against the fridge with a hand on either
    side of her face. My upper body barely
    brushed against hers. I stared her down
    hard, felt the quick rise and fall of her
    chest. “Got it, sweet pea.”
    She hesitated, but then lifted her chin
    slightly, daring me to kiss her. We stood
    like that a few more seconds, each of us
    waiting for the other to back