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“Great!” I say, a little too enthusiastically. “Six o’clock then.”

I turn around and head inside and straight for the kitchen to try to figure out what the hell to cook.

After a few minutes of digging around in cabinets and the fridge, I decide that I have enough ingredients for lasagna. Since I still have a bit of time, I head upstairs to take a quick shower and then make myself look presentable. Maybe it’s a bad idea to get all cute before I make a huge mess cooking, but that’s what aprons are for, right?

I take my time in the shower, hoping the hot water will help to calm my nerves. I’m not entirely sure how this evening will go. All I know is that I need to apologize and make sure Duke doesn’t feel any weirdness. I don’t need him getting cold feet and running off before this job is finished. Then I’d be entirely fucked.

And not in the good way.

Come on, Avery. Get your mind out of the gutter.

I can speak the mantra to myself as much as I want. It doesn’t make me any less horny. I make a plan that when I’m alone again tonight, I will take matters into my own hands. Maybe an orgasm will help me to quell the urge, and my vibrator could use the workout.

Or maybe it’ll make it worse.

At this point, I’m willing to take that chance.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I don’t usually resemble a dog in heat quite this much. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been laid, but I didn’t go around kissing random guys back home in Boston.

Then again, I wasn’t quite this bored back in Boston.

And there wasn’t a guy who looked nearly as good as Duke back in Boston.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I run the loofah over my body and think of what Duke Samson would look like all wet in the shower.

Stop it, Avery.

I force myself to think about something else as I finish up in the shower. Once I’m done, I take my time drying my hair and then giving it some loose curls with my big curling iron. Looking in the mirror, I’m thankful my hives have mostly disappeared.

I then move on to putting on a little bit of makeup. Now that my face is pretty much back to its normal size, I guess I can make it look a little prettier.

I dance around the bathroom while I get ready and completely lose track of time. When I finally glance at the clock, I realize I should have already started dinner by now. I quickly throw on some clothes and head down to the kitchen.

I guess it’s time to make dinner…and eat a big helping of crow.

Chapter 13

Duke

Ileavemyhouseat 5:52 sharp because I know exactly how long it will take me to get back over to Avery’s. I hate being late, but I don’t like being early either—seems a little intrusive.

When she came outside, asking me to dinner was the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth. We didn’t speak all morning, and I was expecting her to fire me or tell me she hated me or something.

I’m glad she didn’t do any of those things. I’ve grown pretty fond of seeing her every day. In fact, it’s the highlight of my entire day.

But I’m not going to say that to her and seem like a fucking weirdo.

When I arrive at the house, I debate on whether or not I should knock. The big door is open, only leaving the screen door closed, and I normally don’t when I’m coming to work, but this isn’t work. It’s dinner.

Why is this such a big deal? Why do I feel nervous?

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the wood of the screen door. Avery appears moments later, looking fine as hell. I can feel my cock telling me how much of an idiot I am for not jumping into bed with her last night.

“Hey,” she greets me with a big smile as she opens the door for me. “Long time no see.”

I catch myself smiling at how goofy she is. I swear I haven’t smiled so much in years. Most people who know me would probably tell you that I’d forgotten how.

I follow her inside the house and try not to notice how great her ass looks in those jeans.

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