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I stare at her for a couple of seconds and shake my head. “She’s someone in my life, and that’s all you need to know.”

“She’s the woman you’re sleeping with?” she prods.

“Do you care?” I ask her. “Is that why you want to know?”

“I don’t care. I’m just curious. I mean, here we are, flirting up a storm, and you’ve got a woman in England who is waiting for you.”

“Let me make this very clear. I don’t have a woman anywhere that is waiting for me.”

“So, Lucinda was not just pissed off at you that she hasn’t heard from you or seen you in a long time?”

“I can 100 percent emphatically state that Lucinda does not care if she’s seen me or not.” I stare at her. “You can believe that or not; it’s up to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.

“I mean, it’s your choice. If you think I’m a liar, you’re going to think I’m a liar. But if you think that I’m inherently a good person, an honest person, then you will understand that Lucinda is not my woman and leave it at that.”

“Then why won’t you tell me who she is?”

“Why do you care? Do you want this to go somewhere?” I ask her honestly. “Are you doing more here than just playing games?”

She juts her chin out. “What if I were to say yes? What if I were to say I want you to be my boyfriend? I want to marry you; I want to have your babies; I want...”

I burst out laughing. “We both know that you don’t want that.”

She stares at me and rolls her eyes. “You got that right. You’re the last man I would choose to be the father of my kids.”

“Am I the last man you would choose to give you the orgasm of your life?” I ask her, leaning forward.

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and doesn’t say anything.

I reach up and grab the top of the sheet. She looks at me boldly. I move it down a couple of inches.

“Are you going to stop me?” I asked curiously.

“Why would I stop you?” She shrugs. “You’ve already seen me naked.”

“Exactly,” I say as I pull the sheet completely off of her and throw it to the floor. I stare at her naked body and lick my lips.

“You’re divine. You know that, right?”

“I don’t, but thank you,” she says with a half smile.

I stare at her belly button and then at the top of her head.

She reaches up, grabs my tie, and pulls me down.

“You wanna kiss me, don’t you?” she says, eyes twinkling.

“Maybe,” I say nonchalantly.

“You wanna touch me, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I say, pretending I don’t care. I pretend that my heart isn’t racing. I pretend that the sight of her hard nipples isn’t making me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

“I think that you so badly want to be inside of me with your tongue or your finger, maybe even something else.”

“What else is there?” I say, feigning ignorance.