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thinking about
having sex with her. Very handsome, very scary.
    His silence continued.
    A blush stole over her face, she could feel
her cheeks getting hot as the picture of their naked bodies
entwined wrapped around her brain and wouldn't let go. She could
feel his scorching sexual magnetism blasting her from across the
table as he looked her over. She began drawing oxygen in so quickly
that she was almost hyperventilating.
    "Calm down, Jessica. The deal we're making
won't hurt, I promise. No force, no pain of any kind."
    The deal they were making. Not the deal
they were trying to make . And instead of comforting her,
the word force almost knocked the breath from her. "Are you
planning on trying to force me to do anything?" She took three
rapid breaths, trying to calm her nerves.
    "No, not the way you're thinking, not the way
that has you so panicked."
    "What--what other way is there?"
    His eyes lowered to her lips and then to her
throat where his gaze stalled briefly before sliding down to her
chest. He raised his eyes back to hers. "Haven't you ever . . .
played before?"
    Played before? What the hell did that
mean? "I don't think so."
    "I think you'd know if you had."
    "Okay, I haven't."
    "But you're not opposed to giving it a
try?"
    She breathed out a deep sigh as they found
themselves back in a big circle. "As long as you don't expect me to
do anything with anyone else, and as long as you don't force me to do something, I'll consider anything."
    His hands landed on the table as if to shove
himself to his feet. "Let's get a room."
    Her heart began to hammer triple time. "Just
to see my lack of ink, right?"
    "Yes. We're not fucking until you get a clean
bill of health."
    "I don't have any tattoos. Please don't make
me do this."
    "It's not up for debate. Upstairs."
    She stood slowly to her feet and followed him
out of the entrance of the bar and over to the front desk. She hung
back while he secured a room.
    Within minutes, she was riding the elevator
up beside him and standing back while he slipped the key card into
a door and stood holding it open for her.
    The room was nice but basic. As she walked
in, there was a bathroom on the right. The room contained two
queen-sized beds and a desk with a writing chair and a bureau
adjacent to the desk. There was a flat screen television mounted
above it. In the far corner of the room sat a comfortable looking
armchair with a small side table next to it.
    That's where he headed after securing the
lock on the door and tossing the room card on the desk. Jessica
heard the sibilant hiss of the bolt hitting home as the sound
echoed in her ears. She stood completely still as he crossed the
room and sprawled in the chair, crossing one booted foot over his
knee, and made himself comfortable.
    Jessica stood awkwardly between the desk and
the foot of the bed closest to the door and farthest away from him.
Her insides quaked as she attempted to blank her mind of all
thought.
    She looked around the room, at the hotel-like
artwork on the walls, the air-conditioning unit on the floor in
front of the shaded windows. She looked anywhere but at him.
    He let out a deep sigh and gave her a verbal
nudge. "Now would be a good time."
    Her eyes flew to his. "I'm not comfortable
with this. I've already shown you my stomach." She turned around
and presented him with her back. She lifted her shirt above her bra
strap and faced in the opposite direction, her eyes clinging to the
door. "There. Not one tattoo. Where else would I have any?" She
shoved her shirt back down and turned back to face him.
    He stood up and pulled his wallet from his
back pocket and flipped it open. "I suppose we should establish how
this relationship will be from the very first moment. I want
something from you, I pay for it and you supply it." He glanced
over at her. "How much will your books cost in the fall?"
    "Around seven hundred," she answered softly,
hesitantly. It was seven hundred she hadn't had last semester and
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