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to do all kinds of smutty things to her. Which she’d regret later.
    Best to keep her distance. “How do you feel?”
    “Bruised and used.” He flung his arm out, in the direction of the treatment room. “I did good in there? Are you kidding me?”
    Becca wasn’t certain what he wanted or whether this was the real Eric talking. Could be the result of the potion. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Don’t you think you did good?”
    He stared, laughed, then went around her desk. She backed up. He followed, wagging his finger. “You’re not turning this around on me. Are you actually saying you didn’t enjoy what we did?”
    Ah, this was about her reaction. Becca fled her feelings and his proximity. A chair to the side blocked her. She hurried around it. Eric followed.
    “Of course, I did,” she finally confessed then stopped backing away. “Didn’t you hear the noises I was making?”
    “I was too busy making my own. However, mine were real. Men can’t fake orgasms.”
    “You think I faked that?”
    “I don’t know. You tell me.” He pulled up a chair and sat. “Go on.”
    Becca leaned against the lip of her desk and stalled for the right thing to say. Something that would convince him what a stud he was—no lie—while avoiding how much she foolishly wanted him, which would leave her dignity intact. A win-win for both of them.
    Eric wasn’t having it. Planting his hands on his knees, he leaned forward. “I’m waiting, Becca.”
    She pulled at a loose thread on her ties. The tear in them widened beneath the safety pin. “It was wonderful,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t faking. I don’t do that.”
    “Why did you do it at all? It’s not in the contract,” he added. “I know. I finally read the dumb thing.”
    She gestured helplessly, her cheeks burning.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I can’t read sign language. You’re going to have to tell me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I want to know. Why did you do it, Bec—”
    “I got caught up in the moment, all right? Same as you.”
    A muscle in his jaw jumped. “And that’s all it was.”
    Not even close. However, Becca wasn’t a schoolgirl any longer, wanting what she couldn’t have. Wanting to be noticed, liked, loved, pumping up a guy’s ego in the hope that he’d notice her. “Isn’t that enough?”
    He glanced past her to the hazy sun streaming through the windows. The light turned his skin a paler gold and lightened the blond streaks in his hair, making him look like an unearthly vision of the perfect man. In other words, irresistible. Precisely what he’d asked for when he hadn’t needed it to begin with.
    Something passed over his face, an emotion he repressed so quickly Becca couldn’t read it.
    “I don’t know if the potion’s still working or not,” he said. “Guess I’ll have to test it out.”
    Of course. What other choice did the poor guy have? Becca went behind her desk. “Have fun.”
    “I intend to.”
    A pang of envy and sorrow tore through her, stealing Becca’s breath. To hide her pain, she made a great show of writing down his AmEx number, expiration date and the codes—which Zoe already had—then leaned across her desk, extending the card to him. “We’ll keep your information on file if you need additional treatments.”
    “Thanks.” He slipped the card into his wallet.
    “If they don’t work, we’ll refund you fully,” she promised. “It’s only fair. You can use what you paid us for behavior modification. Maybe that’s your best bet. Doing it the mortal way.”
    He didn’t seem comforted. His silence grew. His focus on her never wavered.
    What else could she offer? What more could he want? She, and her mom, had tried their best with the potions. Becca had celebrated the success of the last one by giving him sex and admitting she enjoyed it. Hell, she’d even torn her blouse. Talk about enthusiasm. “I know you’re upset.”
    “You don’t know me, Becca.”
    Okay, that hurt. Deep and