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Hanging with Greer twice in one week made my entire fucking year. Sure, I’d had my fill of her Friday night and Saturday morning, but damn, Sunday that woman had me heeling like a well-trained dog. I all but pissed on her doorstep to mark it as mine. And that Adrian guy…Fuckthat. Territorial is what I got, and I wasn’t gonna apologize for it.

I barely found the strength to pull away from her and focus on making another coffee. It was damn near impossible with her looking at me like she was thinking all the dirty thoughts under the sun. I needed to stop by more often now that I knew exactly which condo was hers. And with mind-blowing sex like that… I mentally whistled to myself, already knowing that the world would have to implode to keep me away.

I turned with my coffee in one hand and leaned my ass against the counter opposite Greer.

“What are your plans for the rest of today?”

A sweet smile spread across her mouth. “Nothing apart from a workout with Adrian.”

I set the mug aside. “That ain’t happening. You now have other plans. With me.”

She raised her eyebrows and pinned me with the glare that never failed to get me hot. “Is that so?”

“Yup.”

“Not that you’re going all caveman about it though, right?”

“I never go caveman,” I deadpanned.

Her brows arched higher. “Ah huh. So, what plans doyouhave in mind?”

More hot-as-fuck sex. I rolled my tongue over my lower lip while visually mapping her legs and thighs.

“Apart from that,” she added.

My attention cut to her face to find a coy little smile. I widened my leg stance and braced one arm on the counter behind me in an extreme effort to stop myself from stepping between her open knees again. With calculated movements, I lifted the coffee to my lips and took a long sip while eyeing her over the rim.

“You tell me, mamacita; what does one do for a date here in the City of Angels?”

Truthfully, I had zero fucking clue. I’d totally winged our previous ‘date’ after the gala.

Greer hummed. “It depends on what type of person you are. Some people fine-dine.”

I snorted. “Do I look like the fine-dining type to you?”

She rolled her eyes and continued. “Some stroll through the park.”

Again, I snorted.

“Some hang at the beach, or hike.”

“Fuck, baby, does it look like I fuckinghike!”

Greer crossed her arms over her tits and glared. “Well, then, how aboutyoucome up with suggestions since all of mine—which you asked for—don’t suit your ‘never dated before’ expectations!” she sassed, accompanied with snappy air-quotes aroundnever dated before.

I leveled a glare down my nose while I thought. She had me hogtied, and I was trying to find a way out without doing something I really didn’t want to do; fine-dine and all that shit.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Come for a drive with me.”

“We’ve done that already.”

And no, I didn’t miss the way her cheeks heated with the memory of what I did to her during that drive.

“Not in my Hemi Dart, we haven’t.”

Curiosity sparked in her eyes and she reached for her phone, mumbling, “Hemi Dart,” as she Googled it.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes snapped to mine. She flashed me the image on the screen. “You own one of these?”

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