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mouth.
    “Wait.” I tried to get some air into my lungs.
    “What? Don’t you want this as much as I do?”
    “Fuck! What do you think? Of course I want this, but I can’t go there again, Jensen. I need to know where you’re coming from.”
    “I’m coming from an innate need to be inside you.” Jensen pinned me with a look.
    I shook my head and sighed. “You need to go.”
    “Are you kidding me right now?” Jensen motioned to his hard cock.
    “No, I’m not. Go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Jensen got up, tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up. He threw a look at me as he walked to my front door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
    “I know you wanted this to happen, Serena.”
    “I did, I’m not going to deny it, but that doesn’t mean it should.”
    I sighed as the door slammed shut and Jensen tore out of my driveway.
    “Well, that went well.”

Chapter 8
     
     
    Okay, obviously I was being punished for making Jensen leave last night. I had been sitting in this sound proof room for twenty minutes while Jensen made me play the same shit over and over again. I was still nervous around him and, after last night, I couldn’t think of anything other than him fucking me. I was a pathetic person, yes, I know. He was also extremely sexy when he was pissed off.
    “Serena!” Jensen barked.
    “What?”
    “Boom, chick, tap, chick! Not boom boom!”
    I cracked up and Jensen cocked a brow at me.
    “Your timing is all off.” Jensen shook his head.
    “Well, I’m sooo sorry.”
    “Are you going to take this seriously or not?” Jensen planted his hands on his hips.
    “You look sexy when you’re irritated.” I batted my lashes at him.
    “I could have shown you sexy last night.” Jensen glared at me.
    “Look—”
    “Oh, no. Don’t worry, I get it. You can’t handle all this.” Jensen motioned to his body, with a smirk. “It’s okay. Not all the ladies can handle my awesomeness.”
    Fucker thought he was funny? I pointed a drumstick at him.
    “If you don’t stop being an asshole, I’m going to shove these up your ass.”
    “See, unlike the guys in your books, I’m not into that.”
    “We’ll see,” I grinned.
    “Um, no. We won’t.” Jensen grabbed a file off the bookshelf and opened it. “Okay, I’m going to break this down for you.” Jensen drew a circle on a piece of paper. “What’s your favorite kind of cake or pie?”
    “Why are we discussing dessert during a drum lesson?”
    “Just pick one.”
    “Um. Cheesecake.”
    “Okay, so this is your cheesecake. The whole cheesecake is round, it represents a whole note in reading music. Now we’re going to subdivide it into fractions.”
    “Okay, you already lost me when you made this about math.”
    “Let’s cut it in half and say Amanda’s coming over to share it with you. So then you each get half of your cheesecake.”
    “Why are you giving away my cheesecake? You don’t give cheesecake away.”
    “Jesus, Serena. It’s an analogy.”
    “I don’t care. No one touches my cheesecake.”
    Jensen sighed in irritation. “Okay, give me a different cake then.”
    “How about fruit cake? No one likes fruit cake. You can give that shit away.”
    “Or mincemeat pie.” Jensen shivered.
    “Eww.”
    Jensen straightened and a serious look crossed his features.
    “You’re mad at me,” I guessed.
    Jensen stood up and began pacing the small room. He stopped suddenly and stared at me.
    “Why did you stop it?”
    “I think you know why.”
    “No. I don’t. Okay, so things could get complicated—”
    “Could?” I snapped.
    “Look, it can be about just two people scratching an itch,” Jensen reasoned.
    “If you have an itch, get some calamine lotion.” I stood up and grabbed my purse. “I think this lesson is over.”
    “Is it? I think there’s more lesson to learn.”
    “I think you taught me enough.” I grabbed for the door and Jensen slapped his hand on it.
    “What the fuck is that supposed to