Page 203 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

“Breast milk. Happy to extract myself.” His teeth catch his bottom lip in that naughty way he does.

“I don’t have any breast milk.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not a lactating mother, you sicko.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile. “In exchange, I could give you some cream for your coffee?”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you have enough?”

“Ample. Two big vats of the stuff.”

I try to keep a straight face. I like this game.

“I don’t like cream in my coffee. It curdles.”

“It’s a delicacy.”

I know.

“Are you sure?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Positive.”

“Oh . . . shame.” He gives me a cheeky smile, and it’s all I can do not to drag him upstairs. Playful Henley is so very hard to resist.

“So . . .” He rocks up onto his toes.

“Actually, I do know where you could get some of the milk you’re after.” I act serious.

“You do?” His eyes flick around. “Where . . . upstairs?”

“Across the road at Taryn’s. Huge milk factory, full production.”

He looks at me, deadpan. “That’s not the milk I’m after, Juliet.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“I’m after a specialty boutique kind of milk only served here.”

“This boutique is members only.”

“Seems a shame to put a label on the factory, therefore nobody gets to drink it.”

“Oh, you needn’t worry.” I fake a smile. “There’s people lining up for a membership.”

“Like who?”

“My milk is no longer any of your concern, Mr. James.”

He rolls his eyes, and I push his shoulder toward the front door. “I only said that—”

I cut him off. “I know.”

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