Page 234 of Tease Me


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The notion was seductive in itself. “You’ve been committed to me for forty-three days.”

“Yes, I have.”

Mischief came to mind. “He doesn’t have to know that I know.” Her smile was slow. “I know you haven’t made your choice and I’m not suggesting you don’t ultimately make the investment…”

“But we can keep him in the dark for a while, let him think he lost.”

“I don’t condone lying,” she said with wide, innocent eyes.

“If there’s even a chance we can’t salvage this because of his fuck up… Baby, I don’t even want to think about what I’ll do to him.”

“He’s one of your closest friends,” she said. “You don’t throw that away for the sake of a woman.”

He nodded, though his conviction told another story. “I wouldn’t. Not for the sake of a woman. But for the sake of the woman…”

It didn’t matter how much rope she gave, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“Xander,” she murmured his name, angling her head to look deeper into him. “Xander.”

“Yes?”

He drew out the word like he didn’t have a clue what was going on.

“Xander Gauge… are you a third? Sounds like a regal sort of name.”

“No,” he said, humoring her. “Everything I told you about my past is true.”

“Where did you learn to write software?”

“School.”

“Fancy school.”

“I went to boarding school with a couple of geniuses,” he said and lowered to whisper, “not that I’d call them that to their faces. Another couple of guys there had the gift of the gab too. It’s amazing what you pick up if you listen to the right people at the right time.”

“Friendship means a lot to you?” He answered in the affirmative with a brow raise because his mouth was busy with his coffee. “Have you thought about my mouth on your cock?”

He spat his drink across the table, hit by a sudden coughing fit. Tables around them glanced and gawked at her sputtering friend.

“I’m sorry,” she said, grabbing for the napkins on the table to offer them to him. “I’m sorry. My mouth worked faster than my brain.” Though given what she’d said, in such a non-seductive way, that may not be the right way to put it. “I’m sorry.”

He wiped his mouth. “Would you like to walk me through the thought process behind the question?”

“Depending on what you choose, this could be the last time we ever talk.” She turned over his hand on the table to trace the lines on his palm with a fingernail. “I didn’t just want facts you’d share with anyone. I want to know something personal… and I was thinking about our hands… how often we hold hands and… My hands might touch you… in places I haven’t seen.” Pressing her palm flat on his, she met his eye. “One day I might have your dick right here in my hand.” His glazed look accompanied his lips parting. “And your fingers…” Drawing around his digits with a fingertip, she smiled. “One day you might be inside me. Everywhere…” She exhaled her disbelief. “It’s crazy, right? We’re sitting here talking like normal adults, drinking coffee in public because that’s what people do. But if you decide you want it… the next time we’re alone—”

“Rainie, baby,” he said, holding onto his calm with fraying resolve. “I love the train of thought. But if you finish that sentence…”

“It’s okay. I know I said too much.”

“Not too much,” he disagreed. “You never have to apologize for what you say, and I want you to have those thoughts about us. About me. Just… Have mercy on a man who’s been jonesing after you for weeks.”

Before he’d made his choice, it wouldn’t be a good idea to climb in too deep. There was so much about him she wanted to know, but if he chose to keep their association strictly sexual, she wouldn’t ask any more personal questions. Her body would be his for a limited time, but every other part of her, she’d keep locked up safe.

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“My place. Tonight. x”

That was what his text said.

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