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“I’m not drunk,” I grumbled defensively.

“That’s not it.”

No, I wasn’t drunk, but I was still a little tipsy, so I couldn’t make sense of what the problem could possibly be.

Suddenly, I gasped, “Oh my god, you’re in a relationship! I’m so sorry! Derrick said you were single, and I just thought… we were flirting at the bar, then you offered to take me home… I’m so embarrassed!”

“No! I’m not in a relationship. That’s not it.”

I cocked my head. “Then I don’t understand.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not who you think I am.”

Chapter Eleven

Gabe

I could see the panic on her face at my declaration and she flinched when I reached out to touch her arm.

Dammit!

“That came out wrong. I’m not dangerous or anything like that. I am single, and I am Derrick’s brother, but you need to know—”

“Do you have an STD or something?”

Jesus Christ, this was going from bad to worse.

“God, no! Nothing like that. I just—”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How was I going to say this?

I took a deep breath and looked into her mesmerizing blue eyes, willing my brain to find the right words so that I could still salvage this. Although, I didn’t see how that was possible.

Man the fuck up, Gabe!

“My name is Gabriel, but I go by Gabe. Gabe Mitchell.”

It took a second for her brain to process my name, then her eyes went wide.

With a wry smile, I supplied, “Also known as the infuriating Jerk of the Year.”

I steeled myself to duck in case she tried to throw a punch or deliver a slap across my face.

Instead, she stared at me for a beat before pulling her shoulders back and standing up straighter. She gave me a devious smile and asked, “So, if I ride your cock, you’ll cancel my contract?”

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Gretchen

The alcohol made me ask.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Or maybe the sexy-as-sin man had turned my brain to mush when he’d kissed me.

Maybe it was a combination of the two.

Then again, it could be the fact that I hadn’t been touched by a man in almost a year.

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