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The small smile on her lips tells me what she refuses to, so I accept her silence.

“My turn. What’s the greatest number of times you’ve orgasmed at one time or even in a day?” I shrug. “I’ll even accept solo mission numbers.”

“What a waste of a question. One! People aren’t just coming multiple times.”

“Babycakes, you came on my dick twice just last week. It would have been more, but you got scared and fled.”

I rush on before she can protest. “I can’t decide if you ran because even you were shocked of what I can do to your body, and you were running from it… because it’s new to you. I make you feel things, London, and you don’t know what to do with that. But next time, don’t rush off. I want to exhaust you, make you come so many times you forget your name, but your throat would be raw from screaming mine.”

Her low, heavy-lidded eyes linger on me for a few beats before shifting to the shots. I can’t help but laugh as she picks up a vodka.

Grimacing, she shoots it before she looks at me again. Nodding, she picks up another and takes it without hesitation.

“I didn’t even ask a question. What has you taking shots… something I said?” I grab a tequila.

Ignoring me, she asks, “What’s a non-sexual thing that you find attractive?”

“Are shoes a weird answer? Or maybe it’s the feet in them. It probably is but how about eyes? I find your eyes captivating. The color is so unique with swirls of jade and amber, it’s like they look right through you to your very being. You know those eyes that gleam with delight and sparkle with mischief? I find those attractive. What else? I like the curve of a shoulder. The soft little space right below the ear.”

Silence stretches between us before she groans. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Before I can respond, she slips from the booth and disappears down the hall toward the restrooms.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LONDON

What the actual fuck is happening?

Bursting in the restroom, I’m surprised and thankful to find it empty as I rest against the closed door.

What is he doing?

Snark, I can handle.

Absurd flirting, no problem.

Sincerity and sweetness… I think the fuck not.

What kind of game is he playing?

Making my way to the sink, I stare in the mirror, almost gasping at my appearance. The heat in my cheeks has my skin glowing, and I look happy and healthy. Vibrant. My eyes are indeed sparkling, and I blame the man and not the libation.

Some switch has been flipped and everything has changed. Xander is still playful, always teasing, but beneath it, or even between each quip, is warmth and earnestness. Attentiveness with a hint of vulnerability that’s drawing me in, chipping away at the walls I’ve erected.

Lively chatter moving closer draws my attention and needing a few more minutes to myself, I move to the furthest stall for privacy while I gather my thoughts. The clatter of heels andlaughter barges into my tumbling thoughts as I finish up, the other ladies have clearly also enjoyed some booze.

Once the water turns off, a familiar name snaps me back to attention.

“Did you see Xander Grant is here with his new flavor of the week?”

Flavor of the week? Rude.

“Yeah, and she’s gorgeous. I kinda hate her on principle.”

I preen.Look at that, maybe they aren’t as nasty as I originally thought.

“Of course, she is. He has a reputation to uphold, right?”

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