Page 31 of The Holiday Clause

“What’s withme? What about you? You don’t normally lie?—”

“Who said I was lying?”

“Wren, you honestly expect me to believe you’re a thirty-year-old virgin?”

“Of course not. I lost my virginity years ago when I bought my first vibrator.”

“Jesus, Wren!” His skull practically cracked as a thousand unwanted erotic images burst through his mind. “Don’t tell me stuff like that!”

“Like you don’t masturbate.”

“We’re not discussing this.”

“Except we are. It’s a perfectly natural use of time. It releases endorphins and improves mental wellness. But, to clarify, no, I’ve never actually slept with a man. I assumed you knew.”

“Why would I know that?”

“Because you’re always the one scaring men off.”

“Well, I didn’t know and now I wish I could go back to not knowing.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

He glared at her. “It’s a huge deal.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe it was back in the day. But in this century... no one cares who I’m fucking.”

He gave her a stern glare. “I don’t like this side of you.”

Or maybe he did, and that was the problem.

His mind was blown. Was this common knowledge? Did Logan and Soren know? Was she planning on screwing the yogi?

He scowled. Absolutely not. A girl’s first time should be with someone meaningful, not some twerp wearing a bracelet of lava rocks.

“Forget I said anything.” She snicked her tongue against her teeth. “I can see you’re making way too big of a deal out of this. Just pretend I’ve had tons of sex.”

His brain short-circuited.

She scooted off the table.“Ow!”

“What now?”

“Nothing.” She rubbed her ass and winced. “I think I got a splinter.”

They needed to get out of this damn shed. “Let me have a look.”

“No, it’s in my butt cheek.”

“Are you going to be able to get it out?”

“Yes.” Then she twisted but couldn’t see the area where the splinter went through her pants. “Maybe.”

He rolled his eyes. “Turn around.” Before she could object, he spun her to face the work table and pressed a calming hand onto her spine, bending her forward. “Which cheek?”

“The left.”

He lowered her pants and stilled at the sight of emerald lace flossing her plump ass-cheeks. How the hell did he get here?