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“Trust me, you don’t want to know. And I definitely don’t want to tell you.”

“Okay then, tell me something else, something you do want me to know,” she smiles, adding in that soft, feminine sigh of happiness that gets prettier every time I hear it.

“What doyouwant to know? Ask me anything.” I flip the script, wandering blindly into unfamiliar territory.

“Hmmm,” she taps her chin with one dainty finger. “Cats or dogs?”

I let out a laugh too loud for the upscale restaurant, but I can’t help it. “That’syour burning question?”

“Not to worry, I have more. Answer so we can move on. They get better as we go,” she bounces her eyebrows.

I nod to our server to refill our wine glasses—no checking Bellamy’s I.D. here because he and every other waiter, hostess and the owner know my family—and take a drink.

“Neither,” I answer. “I’ve never had either one, so I really have no idea, but I feel sure I’m a neither. Had a turtle once. Did something wrong though ‘cause it died almost immediately after being placed in my care.”

“How sad,” her bottom lip pooches out and I fight like hell not to lean across the table and pull it between my teeth. “What was his name?”

“Whose?” I’m still staring at that sexy mouth of hers.

“Your turtle,” she snickers. Then, catching on to where my line of vision has zeroed in, she slowly runs the tip of her tongue across her lips. “Jefferson,” she says low and raspy, “did I lose you?”

“No, sorry,” I shake my head and meet her eyes. “What about you, animal lover?”

Her lids droop sexily and a saucy grin curls her mouth. “I, too, am a neither. I’m a no to turtles as well.”

“Are you now?” I rest my chin on my hand, matching her grin with a pleased one of my own.Very pleased; I was sure she was gonna think me an ass if forced to admit…I have no idea what the turtle’s name was.

“I am. One checkmark in our “things in common” column. Okay, next question. Favorite part of the female body?”

“I’m supposed to say her mind or some shit like that here, right?” I ask on an accidental chuckle.

“No,” she waves a dismissive hand. “You’re supposed to tell me the truth, and if you are going to lie, try not to make it the cheesiest thing you could possibly say.”

“That, I can do. As long as you don’t get offended.”

“I wouldn’t have asked just to trap you into a Woman’s Lib rant. I want to know.”

This is actually a hard one…so many delicious parts to choose from. My answer really isn’t pussy. Other things have to catch my attention first before I want to venture there. Honestly. Well-kept secret among men? Pussy variesa little, tightness and muscle control, scent (that’s a big one), hair or bare…but therealdeciding factors are many.

Smiles—fake and toothy, or beautiful?

Laughs—also fake and obnoxious, or adorable, sexy?

Hair—long and red…or not?

Humor, wit—quick, sassy and intelligent, or just give up?

And of course, because despite my behavior tonight, Idohave a dick…Tits—full, spectacular and responsive, with proportional nipples that tighten into pretty buds, or saggy, flat bags beyond redemption with big ass saucer nipples?

“Jefferson?” Her voice once again regains my focus.

“Sorry. I was debating, and I can’t decide. I think it’s a three-way tie between smile, tits and hair,” I shrug.Damn, I forgot ass.

She sets down her wine, licking a drop off her lips.Shit, I forgot lips too.“Okay,nowtell me your answer, considering me as your only subject,” she murmurs with a wickedly saucy glint in her eyes.

“I gotta get you to drink wine more often,” I wink. “Bold Bellamy is fun. And sexy as hell. Foronlyyou, I’m gonna say, in order,” I stall, seriously considering my answer, “smile slash lips in general, eyes, tits, hair and ass.”

“Why thank you, kind sir,” she blushes and giggles. “For you, I say, in order, charisma, wink slash eyes in general, abs slash delicious V, face, smile and smirk, then chest. Oh, and your back. And the finger crook thing you do.”

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