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“I’m not going home with you.”

“Didn’t invite you home.”

“You just told me to pack.”

“You’re staying at my place until the road opens.”

“That sounds remarkably like an invitation.”

“Invitation implies choice.”

She stares at me.

I stare back.

“You cannot be serious.”

“Always am.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

My gaze drops over her before I can stop it.

Black dress.

Bare legs.

That mouth.

Then back to her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to.”

Her cheeks turn pink.

“But since you brought it up…”

“Don’t.”

“You’re the one thinking about sleeping with me.”

“I am not.”

“Didn’t say fucking.”

Her mouth falls open.

There it is.

That flush runs all the way down her throat now.

I step closer.

She backs into the desk.

“Careful, city girl.”

“You’re disgusting.”