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I swallowed hard.You can do it. You have eight minutes. Just ask him.Jet draped his jacket over the back of his chair and then took his seat.
His cheeks were flushed, and he didn’t look me in the eye. “Umm, nice to meet you, Ariane.”
“It’s Ari.”
“Ari. Right.” He licked his lips and took the first two cards from the pack. “What do you prefer, sweet or spicy?”
He smiled, his grey-blue eyes sparkling with a mix of sex and sin.
Or maybe that’s my wine filter. Was he nervous?
Time to cut to the chase. “No cards,” I blurted. “I only have one question.”
“Alright, ask away.”
“I need a man who knows how to fuck.” Both of his eyebrows shot up. I continued, clutching my wine to stop my hands fromshaking. “I want one night of multiple orgasms, minimum of two. I’m leaving in two days on a big trip around Australia so no strings attached and no awkward running into each other afterwards, trying to make small talk. I just want a night of great sex before I leave.”
I paused, sucking on my bottom lip, to summon the courage I needed to ask one question.
“So, Jethro Cummings, my question is, are you the man for the job?”
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Spicy question: Have you played with toys in the bedroom with a partner? With yourself?
The cards in my hand fell to the table.
The question about sex toys sat on top of the pile. I slapped my hand down like I was playing Snap.
What kind of night was this?
A second passed. Then two. Three.
I’d just been asked to have sex with a hot woman. After using that awful pick-up line.
And she was serious.
My gaze settled on her full lips as I contemplated the possibility of spending the night with her. I shifted in my seat, my jeans now uncomfortable.
“Did you talk to Blake?” I hedged.
Ari frowned. “Who the hell is Blake?” She titled her head. “Do you want to have sex or not?”
She was serious. I didn’t even have to get through the cards and she was good to go for sex. Just like that.
And then I sighed.
The answer was no.
“This was not how it was supposed to go.” I groaned. My best mate Blake would be on the floor laughing if he was witnessing this right now.
“Erm,what?” Ari looked horrified.
I held up my hands. “No, I mean that line about my last name.” Ari frowned. “JethroCummings? Anyway, I’d bet my mate, Blake, I would absolutely get shot down and roasted for that lame joke about my name and I’d collect twenty dollars off him.”
“Abet?” she spat.
