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“Tell the whole restaurant, Lance,” she snaps.

“Have you been with anyone?”

“Yes.” She straightens herself in the seat and then starts rearranging the knife and fork on the table.

“When?”

She tuts, rolling her eyes. “I don’t keep a diary, asshole.”

She’s so defensive it makes my cock twitch with the possibilities. No wonder she’s been dry-humping my lap whenever she gets the chance. “When, Scarlet?”

Her eyes flick to me, her name on my tongue making her putty in my hands. “When was the last time foryou?”

I don’t hesitate. “Last month. Tell me when?”

“Not last month… or last year.”

Shit. How can someone who’s as smart as she is, as beautiful, with a mouth filthy enough to make a grown man fall to his knees, not have slept with anyone for over a year?

“It was the night of Elliot’s parents’ wedding anniversary. We were at Rosestone Estate, celebrating, and the barman caught my eye.” She shrugs. “That was four years ago.”

My face drops. I scrub a hand over my mouth and drag it down the length of my neck, looking to the ceiling.

Four years.

I look back at her, still caught off guard by her revelation. Small white spots invade my vision, and I reach for my water.

“Lance.” She grins, sliding closer and reaching for my tie when I place the glass down. She’s more in control than me. When the fuck did that happen? “You look too dressed.”

I stare at her, lost for words as my tie slips from my neck and she unfastens two buttons. Gaining some composure, I reach up with my hand and dust my thumb gently over her nipple. It pebbles under my light touch, and she shivers. “At least one of us is.”

Her face is coy. Perfect. “I was trying to make you crack.”

“Don’t worry, sunshine. You’ve fucking broken me.”

The drive back to Lowerwick Estate is mostly made in silence, giving me entirely too much time to think.

And with Scarlet at my side, her presence commanding and addictive, my thoughts easily get lost in her.

“You’ve really never been on a date?” I ask, chancing a look at her.

“Never.” She shakes her head and smiles. “I liked my first, though.”

“There’s no way that was a date. I’m going to have to take you out again.”

“No can do. You had your shot.”

“You wouldn’t give me a second date if I asked?”

“I’d give you a free pass to take me to bed.”

I narrow my eyes at her, but my cock twitches—fucker.

She’s giving me everything I’d normally want, and yet it doesn’t feel anywhere near enough this time.

“What if I want more?”

“Lance—”

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