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was Zach. She’d continued that practice well into college before she realized she was cheating herself.
    “I’d like to kick his ass for even looking at you,” Zach said, his voice a low rumble.
    She gave him an exaggerated pout through her lashes. “Why? I was cute, and I wanted someone to look at me.”
    His lips curved down and his eyebrows drew together. “You were too young, and Jordan didn’t know what he was doing.”
    She folded her arms on the table and watched his gaze flick to her cleavage. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
    The corner of his mouth lifted. “Sixteen, but I knew what I was doing.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You do now, but I doubt you did then.”
    “I did. I could give you references.” He winked, and delight raced through her at the lighthearted gesture.
    “No thank you.” She sat back and folded her hands primly on the table in front of her. “And I’d appreciate you not giving out my name as a reference in the future.”
    He chuckled, the low sound sending a thrill through her. “I’d be too afraid of what you’d say about me.”
    She angled her head, determined to keep the mood playful. “Which would hurt worse, a comment about size or endurance?”
    The waiter, who’d chosen that moment to reach for her water glass, lifted his eyebrows, filled the glass and moved on.
    “Why are we talking about sex?” he asked. “Are you trying to make me crazy?”
    “That has long been my favorite pastime.”
    “Sex? Or making me crazy?”
    She let her lips curve in a mysterious smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    He lifted her hand from the table and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “What are we doing here?”
    “We’re on a date.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I figured since I already put out, you could buy me dinner.”
    The waiter, passing by, almost tripped over his own shoelaces.
    “So we’re doing this backwards.” He placed her hand on the table and rubbed his palms on the arms of the chair as if he had to touch something.
    “Roundabout, maybe. I don’t usually move in a straight line.” She held her hand out expectantly, and he put his in hers. She turned it over, palm up, and traced a circle on his palm, then a figure eight, and watched his nostrils flare as he followed her movement. “I don’t want any dessert.”
    The words were barely out of her mouth before his free hand shot into the air, signaling for the check.
     
     
    Zach pressed her against the wall outside the door of her apartment, unable to keep his hands from her any longer, coursing his palms down her sides and up, over her hips, lifting her skirt a few inches as he explored her mouth with his tongue, as her fingers curled into his hair, holding him to her, her kiss as hungry as his. He pressed his erection into the softness of her belly, needing the contact, needing her to see what she did to him, and she rubbed back. God, yes. He groaned into her mouth, and she broke the kiss, turning in his arms to fumble for her keys in the light by the door. The jangle of metal was almost an aphrodisiac. Soon he’d be in her apartment, in her bed, in her body. The key slid in the lock, and he turned to follow, only to have her stop in the open doorway, her hand braced on the doorframe as she faced him.
    “Good night,” she murmured, and closed the door.
    He stared a few moments, waiting for her to open it again, then he heard the chain. Well, hell. She couldn’t have picked a worse punishment for his crime.
     
     
    The quiet knock on Paige’s door the next morning surprised her. She set her cup of coffee on the breakfast bar and crossed the room to peek through the peephole.
    Her heart kicked when she saw Zach. This was twice he’d shown up of his own volition. What did that mean? Probably that he was as determined to get her back in bed without falling in love with her as she was determined to get him to fall in love with her before they got back in bed.
    She removed the chain