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No thanks.

He placed his hand on my back as we started down the sidewalk, and I shot him a look. “What?” he asked, all false innocence. “I’d guide any woman I was with like this.”

That’s the problem… A problem I needed to remind myself of often, before I started playing the What If game all over again.

But the questions continued to dance along the corners of my mind.

What if he’s into kinky sex? I could be missing my only opportunity to try out things I’d always wanted to try.

God, if he was, I’d finally have the sex life I’d dreamed of.

For anywhere from a week to a month and a half. Sure there was a good chance that I’d be slightly crushed at the end, but to experience amazing sex at least a couple of times in my life, it almost seemed like it’d be worth it.

Almost.

CHAPTER 13

Jameson

Kat and I slowed near the intersection to wait for the light to change so we could cross the street, and I studied her profile. She didn’t turn her head, but the tension that traveled across her shoulders and the tightening of her jaw made it clear she knew I was looking at her. “You’re upset about my dinner date.”

That made her whip her head toward me. “I… No… Of course not.” I continued to stare until the challenge in my eyes made her nice and uncomfortable. Her shoulders sagged. “How did you…?”

“The ‘that’s the problem’ when I said that I’d guide any woman the same way made it pretty clear.”

“I said that out loud?” Kat dropped her head in her hands, and I snagged her wrists and tugged them away from her face.

“One, I scheduled that dinner at the beginning of the week, and two?—”

“It’s not my business, I know.”

“I didn’t sleep with her.” I dragged my thumb over the soft skin on her wrist, wondering if her pulse was beating as fast as mine. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how I’d rather you be seated across from me instead.”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows drew together. “That’s, uh, nice, but you can’t very well just become abstinent while we’re working together.”

I nearly choked on air. Abstinent was the opposite of what I wanted to be while we were working together.

She jerked free of my grasp. “So I’ll try not to let it bother me.” “There’s another option, the one I’d highly prefer.”

She shook her head. Then her gaze ran up and down me, and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, and I could tell she was considering it. I closed the space between us, and she shook her head again and stepped away.

She was driving me crazy. If I were smart, I’d just give up and call Vivienne.

But then she turned to face the street again, and my eyes dropped to her perfect ass. I wanted to pull her closer and push up against it as I wrapped a hand around her slender throat.

I’d start slower, of course, because I didn’t want to scare her away, but eventually…

The light changed, and she charged across the crosswalk, a woman on a mission. I took long strides to keep up with her, and she cast me a sidelong glance when we neared the other side. “Where are we even going?”

“Just a few more steps and we’ll be there—the deli with the blue awning.”

She tilted her head. “I thought you wanted something else for lunch. You have a sandwich from here at the office already.”

“Well, someone told me the ‘something else’ was off the table, so I’m settling for a fucking sandwich.”

She bit back a grin—now she was laughing at the frustration she was causing me. I was going to have to find a creative way to punish her for that. “Mmm, a fucking sandwich,” she said. “Sounds yummy.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and moved my lips next to her ear. “Oh, it’d be delicious. Make no mistake.”

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