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“Well, youare sexy as hell but adorable…” She thought a moment. “I think you’re asadorable as a snake.”

A laughboomed through me, another wall shattering between us.

“You knowit’s true.” She nodded. “Yup. Definitely true.”

I chuckled,shaking my head. “Adorable as a snake. I’ll have to remember that.”

Shegiggled, shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

When shestarted eating her breakfast, she shifted in the seat. “Don’t you need yourhand to eat?” she asked, trying to push it from between her legs.

“Nope.” Isqueezed her thigh. “I’m left-handed.” I scooped up some eggs onto the fork andshoveled them into my mouth, giving her a wink.

“Interesting.”She tapped her chin. “It explains a lot.”

I frowned, chokingdown the eggs. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

A loudlaugh burst through her, making several people look our way.

I glared atthem. “You got a problem with someone laughing?” I growled at them.

They wentback to their own meals, cowering in their seats.

“Be nice,”Amber scolded.

“I am beingnice but you laughing, shouldn’t earn you stares,” I grumbled.

“It’sfine.” She patted my arm. “And I was only kidding. Being left-handed isdifferent and it just proves how unique you are from the other guys I’ve beenwith. That’s all.”

“I’m theonly left-handed person in my family.” Her words hit home. It did make me feelspecial in a way that I was original when it came to the hand I wrote and didthings with. “But you still didn’t finish answering my original question.”

“Oh. Whatwas your question?”

“You’restalling, pet.”

“Fine.” Shesighed. “I did some research when I realized that I wasn’t into regular sex. Ialso read a lot and find that I like the BDSM romance novels the most. I alsolike the different dynamics the Dom and sub have and how it’s not the samething in every relationship.” She pushed her food around on her plate. “I justlike being controlled in the bedroom I guess.”

“Noguessing, babe. You do like being controlled. You also like being choked,slapped around, and fucked within an inch of your life.” More heads turned ourway. I rolled my eyes.

Amberlaughed. “Well, I can’t say that going out with you will be boring.”

“You wantto go out with me?” I asked her, liking the sound of that.

“We’re outnow, aren’t we?”

“You knowwhat I mean.” I raised an eyebrow when she didn’t answer. “Amber.”

“We’re notteenagers, Sam,” she mumbled.

“No, wearen’t but I still want an answer. Do you want to go out with me? Do you wantto date me? Do you want to be my girlfriend? Or do you want to just fuck andthat be it? You want to sleep with other guys too, is that it, pet?” I went topull my hand from between her legs when she caught it and kept it against herthigh, her gaze hard and determined.

“I wantyou. I think I’ve made that very clear. But yes, and I don’t really know whywhen you’re an asshole on good days, but I do want to date you. I want to bewined and dined during the day and fucked so damn hard at night, my soul hurts.Does that answer your question, Sam?”

It did, butI found that I couldn’t form the words to respond. The fact she spoke thosewords and didn’t care if anyone around us heard her truths, set my blood onfire and had my dick throbbing for more of her.

“Forsomeone who demands answers from others, you sure don’t have a lot to—”

I cuppedher jaw, silencing her words, and leaned down to her ear. “I’d be careful if Iwere you, pet.” I pushed my nose against her hairline and took a deep breath.“I don’t take kindly to idle threats by a submissive little slut who would doanything and everything to get my cock back inside of her filthy pussy.”