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I manage to regain my composure. She can’t really want this. What does this dare mean to her? What does she want from me?
She keeps her gaze fixed on my face, waiting on an answer.
I clear my throat as if none of this is important to me, the whole question a mere nuisance. “And what if, at the end of these three dates, your heart is broken? Are you going to be able to do your job?”
“Not an issue,” she says. “My heart is not what’s on the table.” She leans forward again. “Just my lady bits.”
All right, then. Maybe I have nothing to worry about. If Ensley James wants to finish our night in the shed, not once but up to three times, no strings attached, I’ll indulge myself, same as I’m doing with this dinner.
I scoot closer to the table, because at the very thought of her naked beneath me again, my dick is not in my control.
It’s probably that same part of my anatomy talking when I finally say to her, “You’re on.”
Chapter 23
ENSLEY
Well, that was a nutty proposition I made, but it solves all my problems.
I’ll see Drew more often. It falls within my time limit.
And I put sex on the table.
I might regret that if we go there tonight, mainly because I ate so much pasta. By the time we go out to Drew’s car after the meal, the wine, and the most outrageous Italian wedding cake, I feel done for.
As I strap the seat belt over my food baby, I wonder if I even want to get naked right now. I’m completely self-conscious.
And unsure.
Our crazy moment in the shed came naturally.
Anything we do tonight feels forced.
Did I really insist that our three dates could have benefits?
What am I doing here? What do I want?
But I know. I want the twelve-year-old dream for Drew to be mine, even if only for a little while.
We’ve been driving about ten minutes when his booming voice in the quiet startles me. “So does the end of dinner mean we’re done with the date? Or should there be more?”
Does he mean sex? Or more normal date stuff?
My talkative superpower is failing me. I stare out the window at the passing lights streaking through the dark.
“Now whose tongue has been eaten by a cat?” he asks.
That makes me whip my head around. “So gross! I wish I never knew that!”
“Got you talking.”
Harrumph. “Are you using my own tactics on me?”
“I’m learning from the master.”
That placates me. “I think we should take a walk. Somewhere picturesque. What does Atlanta have?”
He glances over at me. “You might get chilly in that dress.”
