The awkward puzzle of his question passed with one kiss after another until I was panting and clinging to him. Maybe my handsome mark for the evening was one of those low-key famous people? Either way, I was less interested in that than the fact that I was pretty sure his lips had extra muscles for how perfectly they clasped and took control of mine. Hmm, maybe the fancy suit wasn’t from the finance district. He relaxed and shook his head, smile returning. “Why would I be here for you specifically? I mean, after you crashed into me, yeah, you specifically.” “Me specifically?” he asked, stilling and frowning. What did he want me to be? Shy and innocent? Or a vixen?
“Will you be offended if I admit I came here pretty much for this reason?” I asked, glancing at him from under my lashes.
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