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"Yeah. What is it?"
"Well, if we're going to..." She paused. "I mean, so there's one thing you should know..."
"And that is?"
"Well—”
"Don't tell me all of your million men will be there tonight?"
She froze slightly, her eyes narrowing. "That's not funny."
"What? You're the one who said you're going to have a million men. I was just joking."
"Just because you're a male ho doesn't mean I'm going to be a female ho."
"Wow. I'm quite offended. Why am I a male ho?"
"Do you or do you not have several women come into your apartment every month?"
"Doesn't mean I'm sleeping with all of them," I said, shrugging.
"Really? You're not sleeping with all of them?"
"No." Which was true. There were two I hadn't slept with, but I wasn't going to tell her that number. I mean, I was a man, and I liked sex. What was wrong with that?
"So why do you have them over if you're not planning on sleeping with them?"
I blinked and stared at her face. "Is this what you were going to tell me or...?”
“Forget it. I don’t have anything to tell you. I just hope the dinner’s going to be really good.”
I stared at her for a few seconds and wrinkled my nose. “Well, the hors d’oeuvres will be good.”
“What do you mean the hors d’oeuvres will be good? Oh, you mean the appetizers before the meal?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” I pulled my phone out and saw that Billy, one of my associates at work, had text me, asking where I was. Supposedly, one of the partners, Kramer, was looking for me. Fuck, I was going to have to schmooze as soon as I got there.
Rosalie didn't know anyone, so she wasn't going to feel the most comfortable, and if she was in a bad mood, who knew what she would say and do? Maybe I hadn't really thought this through all the way. I thought it would be fun to take her with me so she could get to know people. Maybe she'd be interested in being a legal secretary or a paralegal. I just wanted to expand her world and let her meet some new people, but maybe I shouldn't have asked her right after we'd kissed.
Fuck, I thought about the night before and the way she'd ground back and forth on top of me when we'd been on the couch. The way her lips had pressed against mine, the way her fingers had eagerly played with my hair and ran up and down my back. I wanted Rosalie Sloane very badly, but I knew I couldn't have her. I'd known that since I was a teenager when Foster had told me to never lay a hand on his sister again.
I sighed. I still thought about the kiss we'd had when we were younger. I wondered if Rosalie did. I wondered if she ever fantasized about me the way I fantasized about her. I closed my eyes and turned to look out the window. I could feel myself starting to get even more horny, just being in her presence was potent to me.
"So Oliver." She touched the side of my arm, and I turned around and looked at her.
"Yes, Rosalie," I said patiently, resisting every temptation to pull her into my arms.
"Well, I think that you owe me an apology because—”
I stared at her and tried not to start laughing. Sometimes she was absolutely ridiculous. And then, because I couldn't stop myself, I reached over and ran a finger up her leg. She froze, and her lips parted slightly.
"What are you doing?"
"This," I said before leaning over and pressing my lips against hers. She kissed me back eagerly, and I moaned as I cupped the side of her face and ran my fingers through her silky dark hair. She tasted like peppermint, and I shifted in the seat to touch more of her body. She shifted closer to me as well, and I felt her hands on my arms, squeezing my muscles.
"Like that, do you?" I said against her lips, and she started giggling as she pulled away.
"You're so full of yourself, Oliver."
