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I nod.

“Then can’t you just give yourself a day off now and then? Add an extra day to one of your business trips to explore?”

“I—”

“You get vacation days, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course, but I don’t use them.”

“Why not?” Her brow furrows.

“Because I can’t just be absent from work on a whim,” I huff, looking away.

Sloane purses her lips. “What would happen?”

“I don’t know.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.

She grins. “You know, if you lie, the game won’t work.”

I avert my gaze, feeling stripped bare under her penetrating stare. As if she can unearth all my secrets and issues with one more probing look. She must be a mind reader.

“I don’t want to disappoint my family,” I blurt out, the words tasting foreign. I’ve never said it aloud to anyone before—this deep-seated fear that they’ll realize I’m not worth the effort and reject me.

She’s silent for a second. “Why would they be disappointed in you?”

I shrug.

After a long pause, she says, “Your turn now.”

“What?” I jerk my head up, trying to shake off the heavy thoughts weighing on me.

“Your turn to ask a question.”

Right. I nod, wracking my brain for something to lighten the somber mood. “What turns you on?” I ask.

“You.” She says it instantly, without missing a beat.

My cock twitches in my pants.

“Favorite part of a woman’s body?” Sloane asks, popping the last bite of her crêpe into her mouth.

I smirk. “Tits. Easy.” And damn, Sloane has the most perfect breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She slides her fingers into her mouth, sucking the tips clean while holding my gaze. I can barely think straight. Shifting on the bench, I look away before I get visibly hard and have to walk around with a tent in my trousers.

When we finish eating, Sloane takes my hand and starts dragging me back inside the market.

“Wrong direction,” I grumble, digging in my heels and nodding toward the exit.

“We just got here.” Her face falls. “I wanted to check out the shops. Unless you have a meeting to get to?”

I shake my head. “No, no meeting.”

The smile returns to her face, radiant as the sun. “So, you’ll browse the market with me?”

I don’t know why I agree to this scheme, but I nod.

Sloane checks out every boutique we pass, finally stopping in front of a small, deep purple handbag.