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intimidating. It makes it seem like he wants me spread out on top of the table so he can do immoral things to me.
          I fight the urge to squirm and fidget in my seat like an inexperienced teen. Jesus, I’m twenty-two years old, not sixteen. I’m not a professional flirt like Elle, but I’m not usually this uncomfortable around attractive guys. Saying I find him attractive might be understating things though. This guy might be my idea of physical perfection. I’m drawn to large, muscular guys like him. They make me feel safe and protected.
          “I’m Janny, Janny Moore,” I say, extending my hand forward for him to shake.
          His large hand engulfs mine as he shakes it firmly. His palm is warm against my skin and it makes me wonder what his hands would feel like moving over my body. Would his touch be soft or firm?  “Kyle McKenzie,” he introduces himself before letting go of my hand. “It’s great to meet you, Janny,” He places his folded arms on the table, leaning toward me.
          I like his name. I recite it in my head, it feels like a good fit for him. “Thanks, you too,” I shyly smile at him. Jesus, he’s so gorgeous I can’t focus long enough to organize my thoughts.
          “I’m guessing you’re a student,” he says, nodding toward the textbook and laptop on the table.
          My head moves up and down in a nod while I nervously twirl my hair. “Yes, I’m a senior at B.U.”
          “I want to ask you what your major is, but that’s so cliché.” He smirks and I giggle at his honesty.
          “You don’t need to ask, I’ll tell you. I’m going to school for graphic design.”
          “Are you an artist?” His eyes skate slowly over my face and I notice how golden they appear today. Our quick interaction at Quake didn’t do them justice.
          “No, I’m only artistic with a computer to help me. I can’t draw or paint very well.” I pause to take a sip of my coffee and think about what I want to ask him. “What do you do for work?”
          He shifts in his seat before answering. “I’m a private investigator.”
          My eyebrows rise up in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a P.I. before. Do you have to be a cop first?”
          He looks away and runs his fingers through his hair before answering. “No, you don’t, but if not you’d need to apprentice under another P.I. before you could get licensed.”
          “Is that what you did?” I ask and immediately regret it when I notice him tense up and the strange expression on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy. You can ignore my question if you don’t want to answer it.”
          “No it’s fine, I don’t mind,” he hesitates, raking his teeth over his lip before continuing. “I used to be a cop, so no apprenticeship was necessary.”
           Although I’m curious to know more about why he isn’t on the force anymore, I’m not going to ask. It’s obvious this is an uncomfortable subject for him.
          “Do you live around here?” I ask, trying to get the conversation flowing into neutral territory again.
          “Yes, about ten minutes from here. What about you? Do you live near school or do you commute?”
          The way he leans forward when I speak makes me feel like every word I say matters to him. His golden brown eyes lock on mine with such concentration it gives me a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach.
          “I live in an apartment near school with my best friend,” I pick up my coffee and take a sip, just for something to do. I don’t know how much longer I can sit here under his close scrutiny.                
          He’s making me uncomfortable in the best of ways and leaving me with damp panties. His lips add a hint of softness to his sharp featured face. The hair on his lower jaw grows thick and dark and I fight the urge to