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attention to it. He took a step toward me and reached out, but I backed up.
    “No, no. I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” I was playing with him, but I’d have to put the brakes on pretty soon or else we were going to end up exactly where I thought we were going to end up.
    “You can’t be that way and expect me not to want you, Marisol. It has been a while since I’ve had you. I’ve spent hours upon hours imagining different ways to torture and pleasure your body. I may have also brought a few things back with me. Things you might like. Or you might not, but that wouldn’t bother me. I’ll make you like them.” He kept stepping closer and closer and I was powerless to back up again. Oops. I’d pushed things too far.
    It took everything inside me to put my hand up, palm out. The universal symbol for stop. Fin froze in his approach.
    “I’m sorry. I was just playing. I pushed a little too far. We shouldn’t. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. There are still a lot of things we need to discuss.” He listened to me intently, but it was hard to concentrate on his face when I could see that part of him (in his pants) wasn’t listening to me.
    Now that I’d seen that , it was even harder to concentrate on saying no. But I had to. Hopefully I could make both of us see that.
    Fin closed his eyes and stumbled back.
    “You’re right. Things are… this isn’t the right time. I never say no, but you’re right. I’m… I’m going to go back to making the… soup. Yes, soup.” He seemed scatter-brained, and I had to admit, I wasn’t all there myself. Once he wasn’t walking toward me anymore, I sagged forward on the counter again.
    “I feel like I’m melting,” I said with a sigh.
    “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make up for this later. After we’ve talked and gotten everything out and made some decisions. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” I quivered just thinking about it. Maybe we shouldn’t have come back here. We should have gone to a restaurant. A public place where it wasn’t as easy to say things like that. Also a place that wasn’t in such close proximity to his bedroom.
    “I think I’m going to go deal with my hair,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t want any help with the soup. Fin was as big a control freak in the kitchen as he was in the bedroom. I was more than happy to let him control both places.
    I went to the bathroom to cool off and fix my hair. There wasn’t much I could do about it, so I took it down and turned on Fin’s blow-dryer. It was way fancier than mine and dried my hair in a fraction of the usual time it took me. I half-expected Fin to follow me in and make another pass, but he didn’t and when I went back out to the kitchen, he was still cooking.
    “I’ll have you know that I nearly cut my finger off thinking about you just now,” he said with a little smile.
    “I’ll have you know that I nearly bonked myself in the head with the hair-dryer thinking about you. So we’re even. I could have given myself a concussion and it would be all your fault.” He shook his head and pointed his spoon at me.
    “You are pushing it, Miss Everly.” I loved it when he called me that. I loved all the nicknames Fin had for me. Hell, he could call me Garbage and I’d see it as a term of endearment.
    I stayed far away from him as he made the soup. He went back to talking about his trip, but they were all mundane details. He’d gone to a bunch of the overseas offices of his father’s company to collect the evidence he needed. He’d also stored some of it in various places around the world over the years, and had to collect that as well. It was quite an operation and I wanted to hear the entire story. It sounded like a novel. Something you’d see in a movie.
    The soup cooked and he spun his tale. I was absolutely fascinated by every word. And I realized that the more I listened the more I was in love with him. Every day I thought I had reached the