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"Look" I ranMax up all night with our fake sex We need food and hydration, and everything will look better once all that happens Let’s have dinner after hed and checked her watch "Okay, that’s fine I’o meet with another client, then I’ll--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I held up my hands "Other client?"

"Reid" She rolled her eyes "I don’t have time for this Of course I have other clients"

"Who is he?" I didn’t mean to yell Not really But yell I did

She smirked "Why? Jealous?"

"No" Yes

"And what makes you think it’s a he?"

"Is it?" Say no Just Say No

"It’s Casey Carter" She pulled out her cell while my entire line of vision went hazy with red

"Casey Carter?" I repeated "Casey ‘Can’t Keep It in His Pants’ Carter?"

"He keeps it in his pants just fine"

"No"

"Excuse me?" Her hip jutted out I knew that look; I knew that stance It would behoove nized when it was ti and take cover

"Just" I took a few steps back "Be careful with him He’s British"

"And that means what, exactly?"

"They, um, don’thave the saly "You’re so right ISexual deviants How could I be so blind? Tell you what, you can do this with your moral code talk" She flipped me off, Italian style

If I didn’t already like her, that would have sealed the deal

Itthat made me like her more than I should Wait, what? My ar I did not do relationships--ever The sooner she

Lonely

Shit