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I laughed. He didn’t. “Oh, you’re not kidding.”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Okay, then. Yeah, well, that’s fine, I’m sure.”

“Have you done that before?” His eyes burned across the table.

“No.”

He looked pleased. “I’d love to be your first.”

“You will be,” I said softly.

“And condoms…”

“I’m on the pill and clean. I think Carmen included that in the report.”

“She did. I’m clean as well; they test us monthly as members of Cayenne even though we’re required to wear condoms.”

“So, no condoms necessary.”

“Good.” He stared at me, then seemed to come to himself. “Great. I guess all that’s left to talk about from the contract is work. When we’re at work during your internship, I think we should appear to have a professional relationship only. I know that we could technically date because we’re going to be in different departments, but I think it’s best if we don’t do that.”

“I agree.”

“Oh, and I’d like to stay here with you most nights if that’s, okay. I’ll stay at my place if I’m going to be really late getting in from a shift at the hospital, but other than that, I’d like to be here.”

“I’d like that,” I admitted, and he smiled.

“Did you have anything else you wanted to discuss from the contract?”

I shook my head. “No. That about covers it.”

“Great. What would you like to do today?”

“I… don’t know. I don’t usually have time off. I either have class, work at the hospital, or work at Sugar. I don’t even know what to do with myself. Class is over except for the internship, I can’t work at the hospital while I do my internship rotation hours, and, of course, my time at Sugar is over because of this.” I gestured between the two of us.

“That part makes me a bit sad,” he said. “I won’t know what to do with myself when I don’t see you every day when the four months is up.”

“What about at the hospital? You have to know I’m planning on getting a job there after graduation.”

He gave me a sly grin, eyes twinkling. “Well, but see, you’ll be all covered up then. Not like your uniform at Sugar at all.”

I shook my head not really knowing how to respond to him.

“So, no ideas for the day, huh?” I shook my head again. “Luckily for you, I have a few.” He stood up and held out his hand to help me up, though it was completely unnecessary. I wasn’t used to someone being so caring, so gentlemanly. We took our plates to scrape off and put in the sink. “Why don’t you go get ready, and I’ll do the dishes?”

I stared at him. He cooked? Did dishes? Who was this man? “What should I wear?”

“Swimsuit and coverup.”

“Isn’t it a little chilly?”

He gave me a look. “It hit the nineties last week. I think we’re safe.”

He had a point. I hurried to my room to get ready and pack a beach bag.

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