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seems natural, instinctive,
rather than forced or fake. This makes me wonder about his family life– stop
all sensible thoughts, he just removed his jacket.
    My gaze rapidly devours him.
In the words of Kayla, fuck my ass!
    The snug fit of his cotton
sweater enhances the appearance of good posture and the firm bulk of his
shoulders and biceps. He’s a medium build with chiseled muscles, along the
lines of an Olympic swimmer. I’ve seen many amazing male bodies over the years
and I can confidently state that Dane’s is flawless. This is, of course, my
opinion based on seeing him with his clothes on.  
    “So you don’t eat this
early?” he asks.
    “I tend to drag myself out
of bed as late as I possibly can, as close to the start of class as possible,
and power up on something light. Then I eat again immediately after. I’m not
really an early bird. If you don’t eat this early, either, why did you suggest
breakfast?”
    The right side of his
tempting mouth tilts up. “Would you have said yes to anything else?”
    I’m startled by his
response. “Clever you,” I say, unafraid to show suspicion in my tone. There’s
even a little unintended narrowing of my eyes to go with it.
    He had no shame in admitting
that. Though, he’s right, I wouldn’t have met him for some night time thing
involving alcohol and a dimly lit, intimate booth where there’d be the
temptation of passionate kissing between his gorgeous lips and mine along with
fondling hands and an overpowering desire for more.
    I feel annoyed that his
tactic worked. I feel like an idiot for being here.
    Dane puts the menus back in
the plastic holder. “Does that add to the opinion you’re forming of me,” he
asks, both his tone and his expression serious. For whatever reason, he means
business.
    I have no idea what this man
is up to.
    “Because I’m here it doesn’t
mean I think I should be. Actually, I don’t think I should be. What does it
even matter what I think of you? We both know you don’t have to work very hard
for female submission, so why are you bothering with me? I don’t just fuck.” A
harsh word over breakfast – or early morning coffee – but my voice was firm and
I wanted words with impact.
    As I lean back, I notice
Lexi serving at the table behind Dane. With a smile, she winks at me. I smile
back and resist the urge to punch the air and shout, “Girl Power!” That would
be over the top and it’s really not my style. I just want Dane to realize where
I’m coming from, because I’d rather have my extra sleep than waste time on a
man whose sole focus is on boosting his ego. I should probably watch the level
of my voice.
    “Female submission,” he
says, delaying the words, like he’s tasting them. Slowly licking them. I try to
ignore how sexy it sounded. His gaze pierces mine. “Nice choice of words.”
    Now he’s grinning. The
bastard.
    Impact of the wrong flipping
kind.

Six:
Dane
    Brooklyn looks pissed and it makes me want to laugh. I
like her. I could say something to smooth things over, or I can leave it and
keep her pissed at me. It’s entertaining and it’s hot.
    No need to contemplate. I’m
going for what I want to know the most right now. “So how does a guy get you to
submit?” I mean what I’m asking. The look on Brooklyn’s face says she knows it.
Her cheeks are even painted a light shade of pink.
    “That you’ll have to figure
out for yourself,” she says with a whole lot of determination. “One thing I
will say is if all you want from me is sex then you’re wasting your time. You
may as well give up now.”
    I love the edge in her pretty
moss green eyes, she means every word. She doesn’t realize that not only do I
already know that, but it only makes me want her more.
    The hesitance I pick up in
her gaze and the fact that I don’t think these loose-fitting clothes are
without purpose are just as effective as if she were sitting here with ‘Do Not
Touch’ signs plastered all over her. If she