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“You’re staying here? You hate the city.”

I looked at Cian. The grin on my face gave me away, for sure.

“The woman I stopped to help—”

“Christ, it was her, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” I confirmed.

“Did you at least get her name this time?” Mac asked.

“No,” I sighed. “But I did give her my card. I’m taking her to dinner tonight.”

My two friends shook their heads at me. I knew what they were thinking. I should have gotten her name. But honestly, her name didn’t matter. The important thing was, she knew my name. That would be the one she would be screaming later this evening.

“Head back. I need to get a hotel.”

“What do I tell Sal when he asks why you stayed?”

“The truth. I’m getting laid.” I winked at my friends and turned to walk back toward the heart of the city. The Lowell Hotel was my destination. A nice suite that felt more like a home than a sterile hotel.

I planned to havemo bandiaon every surface available tonight! Maybe then I could stop thinking about her and focus on what needed to get done.

It was late in the afternoon when she finally called. If I didn’t already know how gorgeous she was, her voice over the phone would be enough.

The moment she said hello, my dick thickened uncomfortably. The temptation to pull it out and stroke while I spoke to her was hard to resist.

“Hello, Duncan.” Her voice was pure silk, soft and decadent. It slid over my skin like a whisper.

“Mo bandia,” I hummed. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t call.”

Her heavy sigh came through the phone, and my chest tightened. “I almost didn’t. I’m probably making a mistake evencontemplating having dinner with you. But you only live once, right?”

The sound of her laughter tickled my balls. I needed to have this woman under me, on top of me, in front of me. Any position I could.

“What has you questioning your decision?”

“You’re very handsome. Very sexy. Though I admit to wondering just how much older than me you are. But that isn’t what gives me pause. In six weeks, I have a commitment that will change my life forever. So, all I could offer you would be a temporary fling.”

Before I could respond, she continued, “I know for most men that wouldn’t be an issue.”

“I’m not most men.”

What the hell am I saying?

A six-week fling with a gorgeous woman in the city, one who had no idea where I was from, therefore following me home wouldn’t be an issue, was exactly what I was looking for.

Clear-cut ties and an end date.

That was the only option for me.

“What kind of man are you, Duncan?”

“One that will give you everything you need for as long as you need it,mo bandia.”

I still didn’t know her name, and at this point, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Or even needed to.

“What did you have in mind?” She paused before adding, “For dinner.”