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    “Morning.”
    Jordan took off the spy glasses to see Ginger Larkins , his second-in-command at Spy Games, walking in the door. When he’d first hired Ginger six years earlier, she’d only minded the store on weekends, but before long she’d wound up fixing the computers, keeping the books, you name it—and now he’d be lost without her. “Hey, Gin. Good weekend?”
    “Two dates,” she replied with a confident shrug. The tall, shapely brunette exuded a cool confidence he’d noticed the first time he’d met her, at the tender age of twenty-five. Now, at thirty-one, she was even more attractive, and more self-assured as well. Her raven hair hung in a straight, blunt cut to her shoulders, and a sizable tattoo—something like a swirling spider web—stretched from her neck down onto one shoulder. She wore lots of rings, all different in design, claiming each was either a gift from—or just reminded her of—a particular lover.
    “With?” he asked of the dates.
    “On Friday, a guy who plays blues guitar sometimes at Tipitina’s . On Saturday, a girl who bartends at The Funky Pirate.” Ginger had announced she was bisexual a few years ago and since then, men and women had seemed completely interchangeable to her. Although she’d told Jordan she eventually expected to settle down with one person, for now, she enjoyed what she called “ultimate sexual freedom”.
    “How’d they go?”
    “Guitar player, thumbs down,” she said. “I thought he’d swallow my face when he kissed me. Bartender, though…maybe.” She shrugged again. “Kissed much better anyway. All over.”
    Soon after meeting, he and Ginger had ended up in bed together one night after too much to drink, and that one encounter had somehow started a friendship in addition to their working relationship. But ever since Ginger had swung into her alternative lifestyle, Jordan had felt as if he didn’t know her very well anymore, as if it distanced them—he supposed he just couldn’t relate to her any longer. Thus her easily shared sex tales seldom affected him much one way or the other.
    Today, unexpectedly, however, he found his dick growing hard at the vision of Ginger kissing another girl, and he couldn’t help but wonder—was something inside him suddenly changing? Or was this all about Lynda? He feared his untamable passion for her was now keeping him in such a constant state of arousal that it took less than ever to turn him on.
    As Ginger shed her stylish black leather jacket, heading to the back room to hang it up, Jordan let his mind wander.
    To girls kissing.
    And then more. Touching each other’s breasts, licking each other…everywhere.
    He’d seen it in the porn movies he occasionally ordered on pay-per-view if he was feeling a little horny, not dating anybody, and wanted some help getting himself off. Hell, he’d even seen a little bit of it on Bourbon Street. He understood well enough that most guys got into it—when he was younger, he’d enjoyed the notion, too. But it had never made him as hot as it was making him in this very moment.
    Girls kissing.
    He imagined it again.
    Ginger kissing her bartender girlfriend.
    Then… Lynda . Kissing her customer in the low-cut top.
    He wondered…
    Would she ever?
    Could she want to?
    Of course not.
    This was Lynda, the woman he was seriously considering proposing to soon. She was sexy as hell and exciting in bed, but…nothing about her had ever really said “untraditional” to him.
    Yet then an idea entered his head. Was it just a fantasy? Or…one more thing, one more burning urge, that he longed to make into a reality?
    Glancing toward the back room, he shook his head at his own insane thoughts. Was he seriously considering this? Seriously ?
    No, no way. He couldn’t do it. It was over the top, especially given that they’d never even discussed such a thing. It would be a huge violation of trust and she’d hate him forever.
    Unless…he made it completely clear that it