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“And you don’t ever want to have sex again,” she snapped.
“Amazing sex,” I corrected. “And I do. Is it really so hard for you to admit you liked it?”
She huffed in irritation. “It was sex. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because you care so little. I have to take my compliments where I can. It’s not every day a guy like me gets to have sex with a woman like you.”
“Yeah? And what kind of woman is that?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
I slowly walked toward her as I listed off her most desirable characteristics. “Feisty, sassy as hell, a woman that knows what she wants and accepts nothing less. It’s fucking amazing to witness.”
Her molars ground together for a moment as she studied me. I turned and walked back over to the steaks, testing the temperature. They were still a little cool, but if I didn’t feed her soon, she might walk out and never return. I took a steak knife and stabbed all over the steaks, then spread olive oil over them. I salted and peppered them, then flipped them and repeated the process.
I glanced over at Rae, who was now seated and watching me intently. After turning on the stove, I let the pan heat up. “Want another beer?”
She nodded, which was better than a sharp retort from that mouth of hers. I popped the top and handed it over. “So, since you know so much about me, how about you tell me just a few things about you.”
“Like what?”
I thought about it a moment, but decided to go with something easy. The question about Rafe threw her into a tailspin I couldn’t afford to repeat. “Brothers and sisters?”
“Three brothers.”
That explained a lot. “Parents?”
She stared at me deadpan. “Everyone’s got parents.”
“Alive? Dead? Murdered by you for not having food on the table?”
A small smile tilted her lips. “Alive. They live in Omaha.”
“Ooh, exciting. You must have had an interesting childhood.”
“Not in the least. Unless you count beating up my brothers for sport.”
“Were they smaller than you?”
She shook her head. “Twice as big, but they underestimated me.”
“I can picture that.”
“Any other questions?”
I drizzled oil in the pan and waited for it to heat up. “I get more?”
“Depending on the questions you ask.”
“Hmm, I better make this good, then.” I stared at her, trying to come up with something that would throw her off. She already told me she wouldn’t tell me her number, not that it mattered. But now that I had her, I needed to make sure there was no one else. If I wanted to hold onto her, I had to make sure there were no complications. “What’s the deal with you and all the guys you work with?”
“Meaning?”
“Are you sleeping with any of them?”
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yes, because I’m the only single woman there, they must all be dying to get into my pants.”
“Well, not to point out the obvious, but I’ve been there, and it’s fucking delicious.” I set the two steaks in the oil and turned back to her.
“It’s sex,” she argued.
