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Salon on St. Armand’s Circle. I’m thirty, agree on the beach walking. Not fun at all. And yes, I am one hundred percent pro-manscaping. No skills in the mouth department, I’m actually a poor lay.” His eyebrow raised, obviously not believing me. Not sure why I was lying about my sex life so much to him. I couldn’t truly lie to save my life, maybe that’s why no one took me seriously. I giggle at the thought.
    “Yeah, that’s a lie. I’m a fucking pro.” At least I was being honest. I could suck a dick with the best of them. A chuckle slipped from his perfect lips before he continued eating. We ate in silence after that, which I was absolutely okay with. After we were both stuffed, Jake was the one to break the quiet.
    “I want to get to know you more, and I feel the only way to do that is to win a bet.” It was my turn to raise the eyebrow at him. What was he talking about?
    “I bet I can paint your toes to perfection. If I lose, you don’t ever have to see me again.” He looked at me with a serious expression. I leaned in closer.
    “And if you win?” I was a very curious kitten.
    “If I win, you stay here for a week and help out on the rescue.” I scoffed.
    “Deal. There’s no way you can do that good of a job. I’m a hard critic, so I’ll call your bluff.” Yeah, I was ready for this disaster. The man was practically a bear himself, a handsome bear. But really?
    “Let’s get this train wreck over with. I need to get home and into some sweatpants.” I totally unbuttoned my pants like the lady I was—a bloated one. Jake noticed my movements then stormed up the stairs.
    I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, he was back and standing in front of me with a large T-shirt and sweatpants.
“Uh, thanks.” I wasn’t going to turn them down. I wanted to get out of last night’s clothes badly.
    “There’s a bathroom just down the hall, no need to go upstairs.” He pointed just behind the stairs. Cool. I made haste and changed into the large clothing. I had to tie the sweatpants string really tight and the shirt I tucked the front into the pants, but all in all I looked pretty awesome. As always. Before going back out to see Jake, I needed to have a girly moment with his clothing. They smelled of man. Clean and woodsy. Yeah, woodsy. Wearing his clothes felt really intimate, like he was holding me without touching me. I should have just left. Stupid breakfast. I was starting to like him.
    Needing to get out of my head, I left the bathroom and found him in the living room. That jungle cat, Binksie, was lounging on one of the dog beds. It was unreal to see a cat like that, just as domesticated as a normal house cat.
    “Have a seat.” Jake gestured to the couch in front of him.  I strutted over and plopped down on the couch. He hadn’t moved, so I looked up at his face. His eyes were moving all over my body. I felt a blush fan my cheeks.
    “I like you in my clothes,” he commented as he went down to his knees in front of me. Oh, the thoughts that ran through my head. He grabbed a small bottle of red fingernail polish, as well as polish remover. Interesting that he had that.
    “Leftovers from a girlfriend?” I asked. He smirked.
    “Sisters. They visit every once in a while, leave their shit everywhere.” He gently lifted my perfectly pedicured foot and started on his bet. I closed my eyes, wanting to see the finished product with a fresh perspective. The longer he worked, the more the anticipation was building inside me. Realistically, I was perfectly able to stay here and help on the rescue if he won. I was unsure about helping with the animals, and this was way different than the busy downtown Sarasota area, but it might be nice. Keeping my panties on would be hard, though. My thoughts then drifted to having a family and being a juice box mom. I really needed to find a husband and get to baby making. Jake popped into my head, but I squashed the thought. Maybe I should just screw him and