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don’t mean
that,” I said.
    “Um, hello,” she
said. “My face is up here.” I glanced up to see her eyebrows
raised and her head tilted to one side.
    “You missed a button,
that’s all. I was trying to help.”
    “You try to help in
some pretty strange ways. Which reminds me, why did you have to kiss me, anyway? Was that really necessary?”
    “Most women would
just be glad they got to experience it.”
    She let out short
laugh. “Seriously? Are you that in love with yourself?”
    “Love’s got nothing
to do with it.”
    “I’m sure it
doesn’t,” she said. “It probably never will.”
    Ouch .
I didn’t want her words to sting, but they felt like vinegar on a
fresh wound.
    It was almost as if she
could see my recent dating history projected on the wall like a bad
sex tape. One purely physical relationship after another, none
lasting more than five or six months. Lots of pretty girls who did
exactly as I instructed, but no challenges. Nobody who made me think,
or kept me awake at night.
    “Didn’t you say you
were going to earn your keep while you were here, Blue Eyes?”
    She twisted her full
mouth. “I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
    “If you’d tell me
your name, I would.”
    Now it was her turn to
feel the sting. Her eyes shot daggers at me. “You think I’m lying
about this? Pretending for the hell of it?”
    “Of course not,” I
said, taking an apologetic step toward her.
    She was so riled up her
cheeks were flaming red. “Stay where you are.”
    “I will, if you tell
me what to call you.”
    “I don’t know,”
she said, tossing a hand through the air. “Pick something.”
    “Just – pick a
name?”
    She gave me an insolent
shrug. “Why not?”
    I’d tied women up,
spanked them, and made them crawl around after me on all fours,
begging to be fucked. But naming one – now that was a thrill I’d
never experienced before tonight.
    I thought for a few
seconds. “All right, then. How about Jane?”
    She leveled a deadly
gaze at me. “As is Jane Doe?”
    I crossed my arms,
daring her to come up with something better. “Why not?”
    “It’s as good a
name as any, I guess,” she said. “Kind of goes with this part of
the country.”
    “Calamity Jane,” I
said.
    “Plain Jane,” she
shot back.
    “You’re far from
plain,” I said with a smile. “But you knew that already.”
    She blushed a pretty
dark pink. Wow. Under all that bluster and fire, she was the kind of
woman who blushed.
    And that was exactly the kind of
woman who got to me.
    My nylon gym shorts
slipped low over her round hips, barely clinging, threatening to slip
lower every time she moved.
    The shirt had a cruel
way of sliding over her breasts, offering shadowy glimpses of her
hard nipples. She could hardly have looked more tempting if she’d
been wearing seamed stockings, stripper heels, and nothing else.
    And her panties – she
probably wasn’t even wearing them after what that little piece of
pink silk had been through. But I wouldn’t think about it. I was a
civilized man, and I didn’t treat gorgeous women like sex objects.
    At least that’s what
I told myself so I wouldn’t lose my fucking mind while we ate
dinner on the terrace.
    “Is there any more
chicken?” she asked, scooping up a forkful of spinach. The breeze
ruffled her hair, blowing a silky strand across her face. I could
still feel that hair in my fingers from grabbing her earlier. It was
thick and fine, the perfect length for pulling. I imagined putting
her on all fours and kneeling behind her, drawing her head back until
her gorgeous neck curved and she whimpered for mercy.
    “One piece left,” I
said. “It’s all yours.”
    “Thanks.”
    She hardly looked at me
as she ate, filling her cheeks, taking one big bite after another. I
tried not to stare at her butter-slick lips and the sensual way she
licked the corners of her mouth. Halfway through her last helping,
she glanced up and gave me an embarrassed smile. “Sorry,”