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almost reach out to touch her but at the last minute, I reach up and push my hair out of my face instead. “It could be that I’ve a shoe in need of a foot.”
    “How do you know it’s my size?” she asks.
    Yes, she did in fact ask that question. And now John Thomas is on full alert, ready to go, high the ho and merry we will go. If only she gives me a sign.
    “I’ve an eye for these things. I believe it would be a perfect fit.”
    “Not too big?” she asks, a twinkle in her eye. A twinkle! A God’s honest twinkle and possibly a sparkle as well. I’m sure of it.
    “Oh, I don’t think so,” I say, feeling every inch the man. I believe she’s practicing the fine art of penis flattery and I’m always game for a bit of that.
    “Not too small?” she asks, biting her lip when she’s through speaking.
    I’m about to come undone from that little movement alone, but I play it as cool as a cucumber on a chilly spring day. “Certainly not, don’t be absurd. Small would never be an adjective to apply in my presence.” My mock outrage is being picked up by the other people round the buffet, so I calm my features and speak in a softer tone. “Be careful, girl.”
    “Be careful? Of what?” She runs her fingertip around the outside rim of her glass just before tilting her head down to lick a drop of wine off her finger. Her eyes never leave mine.
    A shiver moves down my rod and settles in my ballsack. Tonight is going to be one hell of a torture, but strangely, I find myself looking forward to it. “Be careful of biting off more than you can chew,” I say, angling her to face our host who approaches.
    “Biting off more than I can chew?” she says so only I will hear. “I can’t even imagine what you might be talking about.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Jennifer

    I HAVE BEEN POSSESSED BY a demon slut. That is the only explanation for the words that are sliding out of my mouth and the sheer, naked confidence that I feel coursing through my veins. I am She-rah, listen to me roar!
    I leave William with my parting shot and face Malcolm. He appears just a tad cranky for some reason, his tone coming out curt. “Would you like to take your seats? Dinner will be served in a moment.”
    “Jennifer,” I hear in a near-whisper behind me as Malcolm moves away to speak to his other guests.
    I look over my shoulder at the man who’s been haunting my dreams for a week. I cannot believe I’m actually looking at his face and not a picture of him on Google. “Yes?”
    “My apologies if this is … awkward for you.”
    I lose a little of my fire. His words make me feel silly, like I had no business being flirty just then. I shrug. “It’s fine. I’m totally fine.” I smile, like I don’t have two gallons of orange juice sloshing around in my stomach. “Bon appetite.”
    He nods his head at me and moves around the table, leaving me to stand in front of a seat that has Mia + One written on it.
    Mia is suddenly at my side and whispering loudly in my ear. “Don’t sit there!”
    “But it says …” I point to the place card but she whips it off the table before I can finish my sentence. “You are sitting here ,” she says, quickly shuffling the little tented cards around before anyone else approaches. Mia + One is now two seats down from its original position, right next to Malcolm.
    “But …”
    “Just do it!” she says, and then she grins like a lunatic as she pushes me away from her a little. “Malcolm, hi!”
    “Mia.” He takes her by the hand and frowns. “I was coming to show you to your seat.”
    “No need, I’m already here.” She grins even more as she points to the crooked table card that has her name on it, sitting on my former plate. I worry that she will spontaneously and permanently wrinkle with the effort of feigning her extreme happiness.
    I take Malcolm by the elbow. “Show me where to sit, Galahad. I’m completely and totally lost without you.” Now it’s my turn to grin like a loon. Could I be