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a shitty day, so I’m not in the mood.”
    “In the mood for what?” she snapped.
    Was she fucking kidding?
    My eyes flew open.
    Nope. Not kidding.
    Or, if she was kidding, she was hiding it really well under that unamused glare.
    I propped myself up on my elbow and ran my gaze from her feet to her face.  Twice.  Though to be honest, the second time was for me, rather than to drive home my innuendo.  Those white pants of her really left little to the imagination.  The tank top was as sparkly as ever, and the spattered chunks of mud weighed it down, exposing those beautiful tits even more.
    What would they look like free, and pressed into my hands?
    She finally figured out what I meant, and h er face went pink. “You’re a pig.”
    “Yep.”
    “Don’t try to sound embarrassed about it or anything.”
    “I’m not.  And you know why? Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re fucking worse.”
    “I don’t have a clue what could possibly bring me down to your level,” she retorted. “But from the excited look on my face I bet you’re about to tell me what makes us even.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Even? Don’t kid yourself. Pigs are smart. Hungry consumers, yes, but full of brains, too. You’re so far below pig on the evolutionary scale that it’s not even funny.”
    “What, exactly, do you think I am?”
    “A mouse.”
    “I’m not a goddamned mouse!”
    “Fine. I’ll put it another way.”
    She stuck her chin out defiantly. “I can’t wait to hear it.”
    “Plain and simple? You’re nothing more than an everyday, run-of-the-mill cock-tease.”

 
    MELISSA
     
    His words hung in the air.  And they pissed me off.  I couldn’t deny them without sounding slutty.  I couldn’t affirm them without sounding like a prude.  So I went for the only other option – complete denial.
    “I don’t want anything to do with you. Or your cock.” I spat out the last word like it disgusted me rather than thrilled me. “All I want is clean clothes and a new purse.”
    He shot me a lascivious smile. “You know what? I’m having second thoughts. Why don’t you take off your clothes, leave them here, and I’ll wash them for you myself?”
    “You wish.”
    His smile spread into a lazy, sexy grin, and suddenly he was on his feet, just an inch from my body.  And I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t like the feel of him there.  Want - hot, specific, and right between my legs - made me tremble.
    “Actually. I think you wish.” His voice was low, fucking amazing, and so close to me that could feel it rumble in his chest.
    I stifled a gasp. “You’re not my type.”
    “Here’s the thing, baby-doll. Every girl like you wants a guy like me. At least for the two hours it would take for me to wring you dry. The question is…What would I get out of it? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. You’d take every good thing I have to offer – and believe me, it is good – and then you’d run off.”
    As he spoke, he dragged a rough hand down my bare arm, leaving a flaming trail of desire in its wake.
    “You have no idea what kind of girl I am,” I replied, trying to keep my breathing in check.
    “Oh, but I do. Perfect parents. Perfect boyfriend. Perfect friends. Perfect life. Perfect little princess.”
    My breasts rose and fell with the cadence of his words, and his eyes strayed to my cleavage.  I took the tiniest step closer.  He brought his hand up to my cheek and grazed it lightly with his knuckles before bringing his arm around me and pulling me in.  He spread my legs with his knee while holding the small of my back, and my insides tightened.
    Holy shit, I thought. He’s right. I do wish.
    “What’s your favorite kind of ice cream?” he asked softly.
    “Ice cream?”
    “Mmmhmm.”
    My favorite had always been Tin Roof Sundae with whipped cream and caramel drizzle.  But when I opened my mouth, a lie came out instead.
    “Vanilla.”
    He leaned down, brushed his lips against mine, and whispered,