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“Maybe you should tell me since you know it all.” He took a swig from another bottled water.

“Be nice,” she said.

Quentin choked on the liquid and limped to the sink to grab a paper towel. He cleared his throat hard and patted his chest.

“Are you all right?”

“You trying to kill me with your jokes,” he said gruffly.

“Who’s joking?”

“Am I mean, Cindy?” He turned back to her, and Cindy’s eyes covered his full physique from head to toe.

“Depends on the situation,” she said.

The kitchen grew quiet as Quentin could feel Cindy’s flirtation seeping out of her.

“You know, I think I’m a pretty standup guy. Everyone seems to think I’ll ruin her. What about all of my assets?”

Cindy smirked. “Awe, were your feeling hurt by that truth, Mr. Davidson?”

“So that’s how it is?”

Cindy shrugged. “All I know is whenever you’re feeling the need to loosen up; I’ll be around.” Cindy glided from the table, sauntering over to stand in front of him. “You’ve got something on your lip,” she said, leaning in to stick her tongue out. She licked up his chin to his mouth, and Quentin caught her arms just as she’d wrapped them around his shoulders.

Cindy gave him an odd look. “Is there something wrong?”

“I just told you I’m dating Phoebe.”

Cindy pulled back slightly. “Does that mean you’re celibate, too, because that would just be depressing.”

“Celibate?”

“I told you Phoebe’s a good girl, and she’s definitely an innocent.”

“And by innocent you mean virgin?”

“Ding!” Cindy said. “But do what you must. When you’re ready for some fun, you know where to find me.” Cindy turned around and sashayed to the kitchen sink with a sway in her hips and a whistle on her tongue.

Quentin reached to his chin and wiped her kiss with the pad of his thumb as a flash of their last rendezvous fled through his mind. It was true, he and Cindy had shared some heavy erotic times, and that might just be too big of a problem for his newfound relationship with Phoebe.

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