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really want me to respond to journalists without you looking over my answers first?”
    Kristi sighed. I knew she was annoyed with me, but every time I heard that sigh, I thought of the noise she’d make as I plunged my cock deep inside her for the first time.
    “You draft the responses, and then I’ll review them,” Kristi said. “Like I said, I have to be at home this afternoon.”
    “Okay. We can work together on it at your place.”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “What’s the problem? Don’t you trust yourself around me?”
    “No, I just don’t trust you.”
    Damn, that stung. I didn’t trust myself around her either, but that wasn’t the point. I’d kept my word so far. I hadn’t once propositioned her for sex. I was still waiting for her to beg, although that was looking less and less likely as the days went by.
    “Sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean that. Fine, you can come back to my place. I warn you though, it’s not quite as nice as yours. You want to follow me in your car?”
    I looked back at the women still waiting expectantly by my car. “Nah, how about you drive and I’ll get a cab back here later.”
    Unless you come to your senses and demand a good fucking .
    How long could she wait this out? I was fit to burst.
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    “ K risti , there’s a naked man in your house.”
    “What?”
    Kristi was arranging the shoes by the door and hadn’t noticed the naked man walk out of one room and into another. Probably from the bedroom to the bathroom, or vice versa.
    Had this been Kristi’s plan all along? She could have set this whole thing up. I’d never once asked if she had a boyfriend, I’d just assumed she was single. Now she could yell “surprise!” and go jump on his dick while I stood there like a complete tool.
    I could take him if I needed to. The guy had some muscle on him, but nothing like mine. I also had an advantage in the third leg department. If it came to it, I’d show Kristi just who she should be begging for dick.
    “Kristi, is that you?” a female voice yelled out from the room the naked dude had just walked in to.
    “Tasha? You said you’d be at work all day.”
    “So did you,” Tasha replied.
    “No,” Kristi insisted. “I said I’d be working from home because the repairman is coming to fix the air conditioning.”
    That explained why it was so damn hot in here.
    “Oh,” Tasha replied quietly. “Well, uh, I took the afternoon off.”
    “So I see.”
    “Want to introduce your guest?” Kristi asked.
    “No, not really.” She looked back into the bedroom and told the guy that he had served his purpose and should now get dressed and leave. A few minutes later, he squeezed past us on his way out.
    “So then,” Tasha said, arms crossed as she eyed me up. “You want to introduce your guest?”
    “You know who he is,” Kristi grumbled.
    “Damn right I do.” Tasha walked over and stuck out her hand. “I’m Tasha, Kristi’s older sister. Not much older though.”
    “Hi Tasha, I’m Barton—”
    “—Fenner, yes I know.”
    “Okay,” Kristi said loudly. “Now that you two know each other, Barton and I have some work to do.”
    “Exciting,” Tasha said, as she winked at her sister. “I’ll just hang out in the lounge with my headphones on. Don’t mind me. I won’t be able to hear any noise that comes from the bedroom, if you get my drift.”
    “We need to work in the lounge,” Kristi replied.
    “Oh, when you said work, I assumed you meant work that you did in the bedroom.” Tasha added another wink for good measure, but all she got was an eyeroll from Kristi. At least I wasn’t the only one who got them.
    “I don’t mind working in the bedroom,” I butted in. “I do my best work between the sheets.”
    “I bet you do,” Tasha said.
    “We’re working in the lounge,” Kristi insisted. “Tasha, go back to work or hang out in your room please.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Tasha replied before disappearing to her room.
    “She