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“More?” He seemed on edge. “What more could you want? There is enough jizz to fill an Olympic pool, and we haven’t even made it to the anal-beads part.”
“Thanks for the spoiler.” I made a face. “Next thing I know, you’ll tell me which one of them he ends up marrying.”
“Marrying ...?” His face fell. “Poppins, he’s not going to marry any—”
Realizing I was joking, he let out a gravelly, sexy laugh, shutting down the laptop. Oh, no. Now there really wasn’t any chance of us doing the deed. And he was extra gorgeous, now that I was mostly sober and able to fully appreciate him.
“How’s your head?” he murmured.
“Full of depressing thoughts, but otherwise fine. How’syours?”
His features softened, probably as he remembered the appointment I’d booked him. My cheeks pinked. Did he think I was in love with him or something? Because I truly wasn’t. It was just a silly doctor’s appointment. Anyone would have done it. It was the right thing to do.
“Mine’s good,” he said softly. “Thanks.”
“You’re still going to that appointment, though.”
He grinned. “I see you’ve started bossing me around again. You’ve clearly sobered up.”
“I’ve only had about half a glass, actually.” Both our gazes drifted to the vodka bottle on the coffee table. Riggs nodded.
“Good to have the real you back.”
“The real mestillwants to have sex with you.”
His jaw constricted. “To get back at Cocksucker?”
I shrugged. Honestly, I wanted to have sex with Riggs simply because he was the most attractive, fascinating, thrilling man I’d ever come across. But admitting so to him was a terrible idea. He was allergic to monogamy.
“Tell me, Daphne, do you think I’m some kind of a party trick?” His voice was so unbearably cool that I couldn’t believe it had come out of him. Icy.
“What? No!” I said breathlessly. “Obviously not.”
“You sure about that? Ididsleep with half the fucking universe.” His voice was mocking, but his eyes were two frosty lakes of pain.
“Did I offend you?” My eyebrows creased. “Riggs, even your mates—”
“You’re not one of mymates. You don’t have the flight time and context to form an opinion about me,” he said flatly.
Horrified, I sat upright. “Look, I didn’t mean that at all. I just ...”Wanted to convince you to sleep with me for my own pathetic, selfish reasons. “I thought I was paying you a compliment. Most men would love to be known as womanizers. This is a no-strings-attached offer.”
“We’remarried.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his. They were so stormy, and for the first time, I realized Riggs did have feelings. Loads of them, quite frankly. And nobody had really paid them any attention thus far.
“Fake married,” I said weakly.
“Real living together.”
“I’m a big girl,” I said, surprised by the avalanche of emotions rippling in my own chest. “And I’ve been good for a very long time, doing the right thing, playing by the rules.” I paused. “I’m done playing the sensible go-getter role. I want to do something because I want to, not because I think it’s a means to an end.”
“And that something is me,” he finished, a sardonic smile tainting his Cupid’s lips. “I’m touched, but it’s a pass.”
There was something so final about the way he said it that I knew better than to ask again. My pride wouldn’t let me. Suddenly, I was full to the brim with remorse for putting him in this position. What was I thinking? I treated him like some sort of sex machine.
I nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be. No hard feelings, yeah?”
I forced myself to look up and smile at him. “No hard feelings.”
