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and she could stay here in this place with this man for as long as she wanted. She might want to for a really long time.
    Bobby returned after a moment, still naked, carrying a tray and an ice bucket. The neck of a bottle sticking out promised champagne. He put both on a table and dragged the whole thing to the side of the tub. Next to two fluted glasses stood a fondue pot filled with—
    â€œChocolate,” she declared.
    â€œYou didn’t seem the fish egg type.” He filled the glasses and handed one to her.
    â€œYou mean caviar?”
    He climbed into the tub and touched the rim of his glass to hers. “Fish eggs.”
    â€œTechnically, that’s what it is,” she said. “But it’s really quite rare and . . . um—”
    â€œFishy. Don’t tell me you like the stuff.”
    â€œWell, of course.” As Howard’s wife, she’d had every luxury. They’d dined in the finest restaurants here and abroad. Such delicacies, the latest in adventurous cuisines. Truffles and the rarest of wild mushrooms. She’d even eaten flavor-infused foams. Luckily, the portions in most upscale dining rooms came in sizes small and smaller, so she hadn’t had to worry about gaining weight.
    â€œDon’t you ever get hungry for macaroni and cheese, pot roast, that kind of food?” he asked. “Fried chicken and waffles?”
    â€œWaffles?” she repeated. “With fried chicken?”
    â€œOr barbecue. Ribs with sauce that runs down your fingers and onto your hands.”
    â€œIt sounds messy.”
    â€œIt is. Life’s messy,” he said. “Especially sex.”
    She took a sip of her champagne, the tiny bubbles popping under her nose. It tasted like sunlight.
    â€œGood sex is definitely messy,” he said. “Do you want to have messy sex with me?”
    â€œYes,” she said. “Sure.”
    â€œThat sounded convincing. Kind of like an engraved invitation.” He held up his fingers in air quotes. “Mrs. Cassandra Whatzhername requests your presence at her deflowering.”
    She swatted his shoulder. “I am not a virgin.”
    â€œYou might as well be.” He took a long drink of his champagne. “Here we’ve been at it for almost an hour, and you haven’t taken my boner for a real ride yet. We’re sitting here talking about fish eggs instead.”
    â€œI put my mouth on your penis,” she said.
    â€œYou gave me a blow job. You might as well use the right term.”
    â€œYou’re being tedious.”
    â€œTedious, huh?” He set aside his glass and climbed out of the tub. “I’ll show you tedious.”
    He might make fun of the word, but it described him perfectly. A reverse snob of the worst kind. He’d put her down for her manners and her vocabulary. Maybe he’d prefer she belch and scratch her belly. Maybe he’d rather have beer—bad supermarket beer. He could be a jerk, if he wanted. She’d use his body and be on her way, and next time she’d choose someone with a little more class.
    Her stomach sank at the thought. She wouldn’t get the same wild ride with anyone else. And although put-downs stung, the dirty talk and outrageous approach to sex turned her on like crazy. Maybe she should try to prove herself to him. Convince him she could get just as coarse as he could and enjoy it. If she’d given him a blow job, she’d call it that.
    From behind her came the sound of a switch being thrown, and before she could realize what was happening, the bamboo curtains surrounding the terrace folded back, opening up the view. They retreated completely, leaving nothing but panes of glass separating them from public observation.
    â€œWhat in hell are you doing?” She ducked her head as far below the side of the hot tub as she could without submerging her nose. Holy shit. She could be discovered here, and the evidence would show up in