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partner.”
    “Fine, he was. Why does it matter?” Her glare was a warning.
    His tone was accusatory. “Because you’re practically a virgin. I never would have brought you here if—”
    “I am well aware of that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s why I omitted this minor detail. You have serious issues.”
    One of his eyebrows rose. “I have issues?”
    Her snort was far from elegant, but it got the point across. She counted off her fingers as she spoke. “You’re ambitious to a fault. The reason you don’t have serious relationships is because it’ll slow you down. You single out women who aren’t interested in anything beyond having a good time.”
    He didn’t deny the accusation. “If I had stopped along the way I wouldn’t be where I am now. I’m still far from where I want to be. Most women want more than I can give.”
    She cleared her throat and waited.
    “Present company included.” He sounded exasperated and dead serious.
    Her brows knitted. “Don’t be ridiculous. Men aren’t the only ones with career goals. I have somewhere I want to be, and you don’t fit into my plans any more than I fit into yours.”
    His gaze was patronizing. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve only had sex with—”
    Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Trust me, I’ve got plenty of experience. I may have only slept with one guy, but I had a lot of sex with him.”
    He reached for one of the glasses of champagne and lifted a single brow. “How much is a lot?”
    Realizing she had just painted herself into a corner, she muttered defensively, “More than enough. We were together for six years. There’s no need to get into specifics.”
    Chuckling, he shook his head. “You’re the one who opened the door, sweetheart. You can’t back out know.”
    She examined her nails and mumbled the answer under her breath.
    He leaned in. “I don’t have Superman hearing. Come on, blurt it out.”
    Nulli sighed. She might as well get this over with. “Several times a year, all right? Trust me, I’ve got the basics down.”
    Jason’s head whipped to the side just before the champagne he was sipping spurted out of his mouth. He was then taken over by a fit of chortling coughs. She was tempted to grab the glass in his hand so she could dump the remaining contents on his head. Instead, she rose, grabbed some tissues, and dabbed away the mess. He was still laughing when she sat back down. She drummed her fingers on her thigh and waited.
    He eventually regained composure. “Could you repeat that?”
    At this point, drenching him with the entire bottle of Moët would be a more appropriate response. “Excuse me?”
    “Your definition of ‘lots of sex.’ I just want to hear it one more time.” He followed the comment with a pitying look. The corners of her mouth threatened to curve up even as she focused on maintaining a stern expression. She should be angry, but his reaction was so comical it was difficult to keep a straight face.
    She crossed her arms. “I don’t respond well to being laughed at.”
    He shook his head and reached over to ruffle her hair. She ducked and sent him a death glare. His roguish smile widened. “Honey, you have no idea what lots of sex is. I mean, damn—you averaged less than once a month. Why did you stick with the asshole for that long?”
    She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from smiling. “It’s none of your business, but most of our relationship was long distance.”
    He patted her knee. “You know what most people in long-distance relationships do? They hump like bunnies whenever they meet. Aside from eating and sleeping, all they do is have sex.”
    “I’m completely certain you have never had a relationship of any sort, let alone a long-distance one,” she replied in an exaggeratedly patronizing tone.
    He nodded. “That’s true. But if you were my girlfriend, and I hadn’t seen you in months, we wouldn’t stop fucking until I’d used up every last