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mother.”
    Blushing, Josie looked away. Again, Erika’s comment fell dangerously close to the truth. “Your degree’s in massage therapy, not sex therapy.”
    She shrugged. “I’ve worked here long enough to pick up a few pointers.”
    Josie glared at her calendar. How could she let the months—the years!—slip by like that? She was supposed to be in the prime of her life, not withering away like her maiden aunt Mitsy.
    â€œI’m not afraid of sex, I just have bad luck.”
    Erika leaned forward and planted her palms on the desk. “Does this sex crisis have anything to do with the hottie next door who just slipped out of your office a few minutes ago?”
    â€œTrent O’Reilly has nothing to do with my dry spell.” And that was true, wasn’t it? He couldn’t possibly have influenced her comatose sex life. Josie’s stomach flip-flopped as the truth began to creep up on her.
    â€œBut I bet he could help you end it.” The gold stud in Erika’s pierced tongue glittered as she caught it between her teeth and wiggled it.
    Josie’s face burned. She couldn’t tell anyone about Trent’s offer, even if she had refused. It was just too embarrassing to think that the center’s financial problems had come down to her trading sex lessons for rent. Sex lessons, for heaven’s sake!
    But some little niggling thought was bugging Josie. If she needed sex, and Trent needed lessons…
    Erika leaned in close. “What did he want, anyway?”
    â€œThe rent. We’re two months late.”
    â€œOoh, I can think of a trade he might like.”
    If only she knew how right she was. Josie cleared her throat and shifted in her chair. “Don’t even go there.”
    She felt her friend’s speculative gaze. “Don’t look so bummed. You’re supposed to be happy when you become indebted to a calendar-worthy hunk. Allows more time to figure out how to get him into bed.”
    â€œIndebted is the last thing I need to be right now.”
    â€œIn fact, it wouldn’t be an inappropriate response to update your panty drawer now, buy a few new push-up bras—”
    â€œErika…”
    â€œFor Rafaela’s daughter, you sure are a prude.”
    â€œI’m not a prude, I’m just normal. You’ve developed a warped sense of sexual norms working here.”
    â€œIt’s just the opposite. I see what people are really like in this job, and you, my friend, are sexually repressed.”
    â€œI am not.”
    â€œWhen was the last time you had really hot sex? I’m guessing more than two years ago, since that last time wasn’t even good enough to call for a repeat performance.”
    Josie studied a chipped fingernail. “Depends on how you define ‘really hot sex.’ I’ve had sexual relationships.” With a few guys, none of them very memorable, but at least she’d stayed awake. That counted for something, didn’t it?
    Erika gave her a pitying look. “Mind-blowing, bed-rocking, toe-curling, go-all-night sex. Please tell me you’ve had it at least once.”
    All night? She couldn’t recall any of her boyfriends ever having needed more than twenty minutes, thirty tops.
    â€œDo yourself a favor and go find someone to give you a screaming orgasm.”
    Josie tried not to laugh. “Does it have to be a screaming one?”
    â€œYou won’t regret it if you do, but someday when you’re old and your arthritis keeps you from getting into all the more creative positions, you will regret it if you don’t.”
    â€œArthritis wasn’t slowing down any of my students today,” she joked. But maybe Erika was right. Maybe she was a prude. Maybe she’d spent so many years trying to be different from her mother that she’d taken it to the extreme.
    One of her more embarrassing high school memories flashed into her mind—hosting