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understanding,” he said, happy that his voice had returned to it’s normal cadence and no longer betrayed any emotion.
    “Understanding? What? That you come and go as you please without telling me your name, or anything else for that matter, and I, slut that I am, keep my fat thighs spread to make sure access to my pussy is convenient?”
    Splotches of red covered her face and chest, a true mark of her anger, and D’yavol reached out to touch her, but she slid away before he could make contact.
    “I need to take a shower. Be gone by the time I get back,” she said without looking at him, removing her remaining clothes as she walked across the room and slamming the door, the best she could slam it anyway, given how the flimsy the damn thing was, with finality.
    Not that he was going anywhere.
    Nope. Julie was his, and even if he didn’t know anything else, he knew how to fight. And he was going to fight for her.

Chapter Seven
    F ollowing the routine he’d memorized by watching Julie, he set about her kitchen to make tea, the sound of the shower droning in the background. The activity gave him time to plot a course of action. Julie was mad, nearing her breaking point, and he’d do everything he could to save this... He frowned as realization dawned on him. He knew what he needed to do, but doing so might end them before they really had a chance to begin. Risky, but he’d do it. He just prayed she wouldn’t shut him out of her life.
    The shower stopped, and after a few moments, Julie emerged, along with a cloud of steam and a scowl. She huffed and didn’t even acknowledge him as she moved around the room, settling on the love seat, still wrapped in a towel and dropping three bottles beside her. Starting with the smallest, she picked it up and squirted a tiny bit of the white cream in her palm before she slathered it all over her face, Then she picked up the next bottle and rubbed some of its contents all over her body, opening her towel without hesitation, the tilt of her head saying she dared him to look. Finally, she sat again and rubbed oil from the third bottle on her feet and promptly put on socks before wiping her hands on the towel.
    Then, out of a separate pail from the one that contained the lotions, came the hairbrushes.
    He’d never have guessed Julie had a beauty ritual this complicated. His laugh jumped out of him on its own volition. Julie cut a glance at him.
    “You think it’s easy being this beautiful?”
    “For you, yes,” he said, trying desperately to contain his laughter.
    She looked away, but she’d spoken to him and not just to demand he leave, so it was progress.
    After she finished and returned wearing a large T-shirt and cotton shorts—as if he cared what she wore—she sat on the love seat, shaking her head when he motioned toward the tea. Undeterred, he picked up the mug and walked over to the love seat to sit down. This was better than the table; no way she could avoid contact with him here.
    “It’s cool enough to drink,” he said as he offered her the mug.
    She rolled her eyes and took a sip, looking at him with surprise when the liquid hit her lips. It was as good an opening as he was likely to get.
    “You didn’t think I’d know how you like your tea? You know how I like mine.”
    “And that’s about all I know about you,” she said, tone a depressing mixture of anger and bitterness.
    “Let’s fix that.”
    “Meaning?” She looked over at him.
    “Meaning ask me anything. I won’t lie to you.”
    Her expression was skeptical. He should have known this wouldn’t be easy.
    “Why? Why now? Is this some kind of jealously thing? A mind fuck? You get off on this?
    “I’ve never done this before. And as to why, you’re right. It’s not fair of me to come here and take from you. You said you needed something, so here it is. Ask me anything.”
    Expression softening, Julie placed the mug on the floor beside the couch and leaned back, considering.
    “Anything?