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“It’ll do.”

She plucked her robe off the sink, and the sight of her body in motion, even a little movement like that, was deeply distracting. Heedless of time, I stood there staring. Caroline wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity; she seemed as comfortable naked as she was clothed. Her breasts were two perfect pendulums,swaying as she moved. Her skin was smooth and, now I knew, soft.

She pulled off the dangling wig cap and tossed it in the sink. Her messy pink hair tumbled free, as vibrant as it had been at Lueur.

I realized she’d asked me something while I was mid-eye fuck.

With effort, I dragged my eyes back to her face. “What was that?”

She was smiling. “Tea, Chase. Would you like some?”

“Sure.”

Wrapping herself in the robe, she left the Teddy wig in the bathroom without a backward glance. I was a little slower to follow her. There was nowhere I could tuck an erection like this in a fuckingrobe.But I clenched my teeth and carried on.

“Tea, Lyssa?” she asked as she walked back into my lounge. But her friend was asleep on my sofa, wrapped in a blanket that I thought had been in the guest bedroom.

Caroline pressed a finger to her lips for my benefit, and gently plucked her friend’s phone out from under her cheek where it was denting her face, putting it down on the floor beside her.

I started finding the tea things, trying not to think about my aching cock. Caroline made a face when I used the microwave to heat up water, but when her tea was ready she pulled a stool out from the breakfast bar.

I shook my head. “We need to talk,” I whispered. “Come.”

“I already did,” she joked, but I could hear nervousness.

She followed me to my bedroom anyway, sitting crisscross applesauce on the bed and cradling the mug in both hands.

“Now you know the two most important things about me,” she said conversationally. “I like drinking tea, and being fingered by sexy bloggers.”

“I’m not settling for that. You owe me more.”

She’d trusted me with her body. Would she trust me with the truth?

CHAPTER 20

CAROLINE

Chase didn’t sit nextto me on the bed, as I’d expected from a man who’d fingerbanged me within an inch of my life.

Instead, prim and proper Mr. Moral dragged an armchair from the corner of the room and settled facing me.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. “Is your tea OK?”

“Despite your lack of a jug, it’s great.” Untrue. It was fine at best. “Thank you.”

His brow wrinkled. “What do you mean a jug? Like a pitcher?”

“No, like a kettle. An electric one. Even a stovetop one would work. I hate to break it to you Chase, but heating water in the microwave is prehistoric.”

“Noted.” Then he asked, “Where’s the real Teddy?”

“I’m told she’s in Germany somewhere. Living her best off-grid life.”

“Do you regret it?”

I pretended to misunderstand. “Letting you finger me? No. And I hope you don’t either.” I said it flippantly, but I meant it.When I was nothing more than a memory to him, I wanted to be the fondest one in the spank bank.

“Of course not. Tell me Caroline, where are you from? I can’t place your accent.”

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