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I scowl.

He frowns.

"Not that it matters, I suppose. We were both a part of it, and we agree it was the right thing to do."

"And that’s what I like about you." He reaches for my hand, and I let him take it. "Anyone else might have been scandalized by what happened. In fact, they’d probably never have taken a step in Isaac’s direction in the sauna."

"I felt like I had to include him, you know?"

"I understand."

I shake my head. "And that’s what’s so annoying. Youdoget it. You getme… Mostly. It’s just that your personality is too overpowering."

"It’s what you find attractive."

"And I need to have my head examined for it. How can someone being such a jerkass be so—"

"Charismatic?"

"I was going to go for cringe-inducing," I mutter.

He reels me in toward him, and I should protest, but JJ in a black T-shirt and jeans is over-the-top-panty-melting. I manage to flatten my palms again his chest to stop his progress.

"JJ, stop."

"It’s Jack."

"I can’t call you Jack. You’re my boss."

"And your lover."

I search his features. "Is that what we are?"

"Isn’t that what we are?" he counters.

I draw in a breath and—mistake—it’s JJ-scented. My ovaries seem to swell.

"Do you want kids?"

"What?" He stares.

"Children, JJ. You’re what, fifty?"

"I’m forty-nine," he snaps.

"Do you want kids?"

He releases me.Aha!Apparently, I found something that puts him off. Typical male behavior. Talk about the real stuff, and they get all lily-livered.

"That phase of my life is behind me, girl."

"Oh, so now it’s girl." I snort.

"You’re my girl." His lips curl.

"Don’t do that."

"Do what?"


Tags: L. Steele Arranged Marriage Erotic