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not so teasing at all. And she obeyed.
    Heat shot through her, the commanding tone of his voice pushing off the edge of aroused and straight into a pool of lust. She wanted him. Research had nothing to do with it.
    And if she wanted him…well, why shouldn’t she have him? She didn’t have a deadweight boyfriend keeping her from pursuing him.
    Yes. Oh yes, she was going to have him. Decision made. There and now. But she wasn’t going to tell him that yet. The app suggested she not make herself a “sure thing.” She had to make him seduce her.
    Though, she felt pretty well seduced.
    “Do I what?” she asked, suddenly unable to remember anything except the color of his eyes. Warm and golden like whiskey held up against the light.
    “Do you think I feel sorry for you? Or do you genuinely think I want you?”
    “I’m not sure. Was it all my talk of being hardup or my foot blisters that got you?”
    He bent down, his lips hovering just above hers. “I think it was the combination.”
    “I can see how that would get you,” she said, sounding a little bit breathless now. “After all…there could be…ointment involved which is…not sexy.”
    He winked and pressed his lips against hers. Light. The pressure so faint she almost thought she’d imagined it. “Not really,” he whispered. “Luckily, you are quite sexy.”
    “Even with the awkward?”
    “It’s charming.”
    “Is it?”
    “I don’t know. I’ve been staring at your breasts this whole time. I can tell you without a doubt that they’re charming.”
    Her heart jumped, a little shiver of pleasure skating over her skin. “How do you do that?”
    “What?”
    “Say the most douchey things and make them sound hot?”
    “It’s a gift. I wasn’t good in school. I’ve been fired from almost every job I’ve ever had. But I can pick up a woman in a bar without even trying. In fact, I can actively attempt to push a woman away and still wind up in bed with her.”
    “That’s douchey, too, and it’s still making me feel fluttery. Which was probably also detrimentally honest of me.”
    He cupped her cheek and kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding along the seam of her lips. It was so strange, to kiss another man for the first time in a decade. For the first time ever. His lips felt so different. His technique made it like another activity entirely. She opened for him and the hot slide of his tongue against hers nearly buckled her knees.
    He cupped her cheeks, his hands hot, rough on her skin, his mouth insistent on hers. If she hadn’t been certain about going home with him before, she was now.
    She was making out with a stranger in a bar. And it was amazing.
    When they parted, they were both breathing hard.
    “Ready to go?” he asked.
    “Did I agree to go with you?”
    “I’m sure you did. Anyway, doesn’t your list say you need to go with me?”
    It did, in fact, say that leaving the bar and securing a hotel room or returning to a residence was the next step. “Yes, it does.”
    “Do you have a car?”
    “No, I got a cab so I could drink. Which…not drunk but a little bit dizzy, so probably a good thing I’m not driving.”
    “I’ll have my driver bring the car around.” He pulled out his phone and pushed a couple of buttons. “Ready.” He hung up again.
    “A driver?”
    “Yes.”
    “I thought you said you got fired from all your jobs.” Granted, his clothes spoke of money, and she’d noticed that from the first moment she’d seen him.
    “I’m surprised you didn’t notice the silver spoon in my mouth,” he said.
    “You’d think I would have noticed when we kissed.”
    “You would think.”
    A sleek black town car pulled up to the curb and Caleb opened the door for her, waiting. “So I just get into the car with you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Are you going to hurt me?”
    He arched a brow. “Only if you’re into that sort of thing.”
    Heat flooded her cheeks. “I’m not.”
    For some reason, just then, she