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bust my balls whenever I get close enough to talk to you, which is almost never. Do you subject every guy to that kind of treatment?”
    â€œAh, no, actually,” she admitted, abashed.
    â€œOf course not. I knew I was special. So why me? Why not some guy you like better? That ass-bite Cattrell, for instance?”
    â€œJosh?” She shook with a helpless giggle. “Josh is not an ass-bite!”
    â€œThey say you had a thing for him,” Sam said. “He’s good looking, he has a job, he’s obviously straight and has a functioning libido. Any guy with a pulse could perform for you, Sveti.”
    She shook her head. Her disillusionment about Josh had seeped in so slowly, she’d never needed to verbalize it. “It would never work,” she said. “Not for me, and not for him. I’m too far behind. I always miss the beat, and people have to explain the punch line of jokes to me, because I never laugh in time, and then when I get it, it isn’t funny anymore. Josh likes with-it girls who get his jokes. I’m sure if I begged him, he’d oblige me. But I don’t want a mercy fuck.”
    He let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Not a term I would put in the same sentence with you, Sveti.”
    â€œI would, since we’re being brutally honest,” she said. “You said it yourself. How I’m so heavy and serious, dragging my ten-ton weight around, killing everybody’s buzz. I’m no fun at parties, I’m boring to—”
    â€œYou’re the farthest thing from boring that I’ve ever met,” Sam cut in. “You rocked that party for me. First, you attack a mafiya vor. Ten minutes later, you’re bare-breasted and lubing all over my hand. You’re a fucking force of nature.”
    â€œDon’t. Don’t make this into a joke. I’m trying to get this out, and you’re not helping.” Her voice quivered with frustration. She’d tried so hard to keep her boring insecurities at arm’s length, so as not to jinx this moment, but so much for that. “Men are afraid of me, just like you said. Afraid of the bolt cutters under my skirt, or afraid to say the wrong thing and make me hate them for being shallow, or else they feel guilty because their parents are still alive and they never experienced bad things like I have. They’re all waiting for me to start twitching and frothing. I always know when a guy finds out about my past. I can see it in his face. It’s a huge turn-off.”
    â€œSveti, it’s not—”
    â€œBut it never seemed to be one to you,” she rushed on. She had to get the thought completely out, or it would burn a hole in her head. “You’re not afraid to say the wrong thing to me. You love setting me off. The more upset I get, the more you like it. You sick, twisted bastard.”
    He whistled, softly. “Wow. Intense.”
    â€œYes, it is,” she barged on. “That’s why you, Sam. I chose you for that special, unique quality. Since you insisted on knowing.” She braced herself, for him to be angry, or disgusted, or offended.
    Her gasp choked off as he yanked her into a swift, hard kiss.
    His mouth tasted of beer. Sex, hunger, hot, unbridled fulfilment. His tight, fierce grip, hot skin on skin, his hardness and solidity and musky male scent. His thick erection, prodding her belly. She clenched her lower body around the shivery, melting sensation. Knees gone soft.
    After a moment, he pulled back, his breathing unsteady. His eyes glittered in the dimness. His pants tented out to an alarming degree.
    â€œUnless you want this to happen on the kitchen counter, I suggest we take it upstairs,” he said. “That’s where I have the condoms.”
    She nodded. He engulfed her hand in his and led her out of the kitchen. She stumbled as she tottered up the staircase. He slid his arm around her waist to steady her.
    It felt good. So warm,