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I swallow. “I’m not sure. That’s why I need to know. I want to be that girl. I want men to desire me the way I desire you right now.” The lust in his eyes multiplies as my words sink in. “And I have no good reason to want you. I don’t even like you.”

He laughs at that and I’m drawn deeper into his spell. “That’s what they all say.”

“Why do they say it? Why do they let you use them when they know you’re just playing? When they know there’s not a serious bone in your body, that you’re using them?”

“Why are you here?” He pets my cheek as he asks it. And that’s why.

“You trick them. You’re tricking me right now. Pretending to care with a tender gesture.”

“Why is it pretending? If I’m here trying to make you happy in the moment? Why is that a lie?”

“Because you don’t want me. You want to fuck me.”

“Do you want me?” His laugh makes me wince. This is so easy for him. “You don’t, do you? You’re asking me to teach you how to make men desire you. Not how to make me desire you.”

“You’re already here.”

“I’m here because you got my attention. So you’re obviously doing something right.” He watches me think about this for a moment. “But you want someone else, don’t you? And that’s the guy you’re thinking of as I stand here with my dick pressing up against your stomach.”

I can’t even deny it.

“So you’re using me.”

I wait for him to walk off, but he doesn’t. In fact, he does the opposite. He strokes my cheek again and I can feel that burning desire deep in my core. He leans in and kisses my mouth in a new way. A tender way.

I melt. I want him again. Even though I know the minute we leave this roof I will regret it, I want him to keep going.

“You touch him, Tiffy.”

“What?”

“Whoever it is you want. You get him alone, and you touch his arm like this.” He traces a finger down my bare skin and makes me shudder. “So softly, it almost tickles. And then you look him in the eyes and smile.”

His smile, combined with that fingertip dragging down my arm, has me spinning.

“When you talk to him,” he continues, leaning into my ear, “you get close. As close as you can. And you drop your voice to a whisper.” His breath hits my neck and then finds its way into the shell of my ear.

I moan, my whole body pressing against him. “You make it seem easy.”

“It’s easy if you’re right for each other.”

“How do you find so many who are so right for you when I can’t even find one?” I look up at him, begging him for this answer. “Why do some people draw love to them, and all I can find is… you?”

He laughs that off, but not as easily as before. “You don’t get offers?”

I shake my head. “Not like this.”

“Do you want me to stop, Tiffy?” He stares down at me, his fingers still working their magic on my arm. “Because I will.” I look away, but he gently moves my chin back so I can’t escape. “I don’t want to, but I will.”

But the truth is, I don’t want him to stop. I want him to do everything to me. Everything. But for all the wrong reasons. Fletcher Novak is very hot, but he’s not my type. And this makes me a user, just like him. I only want whatever will come from this experience and not the man himself. And I’ll get in a lot of trouble with my father if he finds out I’m having this kind of relationship with an employee.

“Maybe we—”

But I stop. Because his hand slides under my dress and begins playing with my pussy. Rubbing my clit right through my panties.

“I know what girls like, Tiffy. And I know what guys like. We all like the same thing. To feel special. To feel good. And this feels good, right?”

I am practically panting, that’s how good it feels.