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deeper, and exhale in an angry rush. I make sure to chuck her chin when I ask, “Can't say the words cock or dick? Didn't take you for a puritan.”
    I brush my thumb down over her soft skin. Touching her is like caressing silk. She moans, so softly that if I wasn't breathing her every exhale, I would have missed it. Not so bored now, is she?
    She swallows. “I'm pretty sure your cock can only be seen with a microscope.”
    I open my mouth to decimate any notion she might have about my dick being small...but the glint of triumph in her eyes stops me. I let my gaze skate down. She's holding herself so still if I reach out to touch her a second time she'll shatter. I keep my hands to myself, but I want to caress her again. We stand there for another second, the air thick with unspoken words. Her mouth parts like she wants mine.
    Then she faces the front again.
    I say, “I only have one question...”
    She turns her head in profile. There's a smirk now. “Still can't remember my name?”
    “ You never gave it to me.”
    Her huff of breath is the only tell that I've caught her in a lie. “The question?”
    “ You said I destroyed a woman's world. Who?”
    “ It's amazing your mouth hasn't fallen off from all the pussy you must have eaten.”
    “ I use a dental dam for protection. I like my mouth. I like being able to use it.”
    She glances at me over her shoulder as though surprised by the fact. “How many women are there?”
    “ I don't know. I don't count.”
    She purses her lips. “Can you remember anyone's name?”
    That question pounds in the fact this isn't like me. I don't hunt women down. They reject me, and I move on. I'm not walking around with a fragile ego. My father taught me if I don't have the balls to be who I want to be then I should just grow a fucking pair.
    She wants me gone. I should regrow my nuts and leave. Fuck her and her mysterious friend. I consider doing just that. Walking out, but...I have to have the last word.
    “ You never gave me your name.” It's a truth I want to drive home. A pointless one, because even if she'd told me, I would have considered the information dead weight and tossed it.
    She strides forward in a hurry, and confusion takes hold until I realize the barista is going to call out her name. Intent, I follow close behind and only miss the reveal by milliseconds. Her hands fold around the cup before I can scope the truth. Even if she is Michelle and they've written Mashell on the label, I would have had a ballpark name.
    Once again she deprives me of what I need.
    Logic tells me to let it go. I don't even need to be here. What did any of this matter? But I obsess, and she's my current fixation.
    “ Nathan,” she says in a reasonable tone.
    “ Drop the act. Tell me what I need to know and I'll go.”
    “ That's the problem.” Her hands grip the cup. “I could tell you a name and you won't even know who I'm talking about.” She shakes her head at me. The simple gesture is filled with more disappointment than disgust. “And then you'll be back for more information. You'll keep coming back like an ingrown toenail.”
    Fuck. She's right. “Try me.”
    Her face is blank as she says, “Corine.”
    And fuck...nothing. Not a single memory rises up to match the name with a face. My phone is filled with contacts and...I put descriptors to remind me who is who. Corine can be listed under Cinnamon for all I know.
    I glare down at her. I don't want Stealth to have a point, but remember how I feel about stark truth? She's holding up a mirror, and I can't break my own gaze.
    “ It's not even her name,” she mutters. “And still you had no idea.”
    “ What do you want me to say?”
    She shrugs. “You've said it all for me, personally.”
    Odd word choice, and her body language is screaming at me. She's not hunching over or curling into herself to get away from me. These are visual clues I have a habit of looking for from my stripping days. If a woman didn't want to be a