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“Unfortunately, I haven’t poured the tea up yet. I can do it if you really want, but it’ll take a few minutes.”
    “We’ve got time,” he says without even looking our way. He grabs the remote and flips the TV on to a rerun of Criminal Minds, kicking back like he’s in a man cave rather than the home of the woman we’re about to sleep with.
    Christina frowns, and I offer an apologetic smile. But that doesn’t stop me from agreeing with him. “Uh… tea would be good.”
    I join Corey on the sofa while Christina bustles off to pour up the tea in her lingerie. I assume from his attitude that he’s asserting his dominance over her, which is fine. I can play that role, too. Seems better than letting her orchestrate everything. Besides, he’s already proved himself to be quite the pickup artist, so who am I to question his methods?
    “I love this show,” he says. “Those BAU people are geniuses the way they figure that shit out.”
    “Or at least the writers are geniuses. I wonder if they work the plot backwards. Seems like it would be easier to write a mystery if you figure out the ending first and then fill in the clues.”
    Corey stares at me for a moment and then grins. “Thanks, Ben. You just ruined the show for me.”
    We fall into an easy silence as we watch the investigative team work their magic. I guess we can both relate to being part of a team that solves life-and-death problems for a living.
    During the first commercial break, Corey surprises me by taking off his shirt. “You don’t think she’ll mind if I get comfortable, do you?” The question is rhetorical now that he’s naked from the waist up.
    “Um… No, I suppose that’s what we’re here for. She was already comfortable when she met us at the door.”
    “Yeah, she looks good, man. That outfit is hot. And the tits on her... You scored big time there, my friend. But I’m not surprised. You could have anybody you want.”
    I feel my face turning red. “Thanks, but—”
    “Take your clothes off, Ben.” It’s that same dark, authoritative tone he used with Christina.
    He pulls off his shoes and socks, stands up and unties his scrub pants, and lets them drop to the floor before sitting back down. Thankfully, he leaves his boxer briefs on. My posture stiffens as I make a conscious effort not to look in his direction. I can’t possibly concentrate on what’s happening on the television now with him sitting beside me in his underwear.
    When I haven’t moved in over a minute, he prods me. “Come on, man. You’ve seen me in all my glory already. It’s only fair.”
    I take off my shoes and socks first, then pull my shirt over my head. Corey lets out a low catcall that makes me feel self-conscious, but he’s smiling playfully, and I know he’s just trying to loosen me up. “Nice bod, Doc. Let’s see the rest of it. Don’t be shy.”
    I never would have imagined I could feel so naked with pants on, but sitting beside Corey, who reeks of testosterone and male beauty, I feel laid bare in every way. What am I doing? I’m taking off my clothes at the behest of a guy. There’s not even a woman in sight at the moment, and suddenly I realize I’m already semi-hard, and he’s going to see. Shit.
    “Do you need help?” he asks ominously, and I jump up.
    “Hell, no.” I pull my pants down quickly like it doesn’t bother me in the least. “But you need to lay off the gym, Corey, so an average guy has a chance to compete.”
    I’m standing before him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, with an obvious quarter-mast erection in them. Is that okay? His eyes sweep my body, blatantly appraising me. My insides have gone hot and tingly, and I want to shrivel up and skulk away to somewhere dark and safe, away from his shrewd blue eyes.
    “Nothing average about you, Dr. Hardy. You’re hot as fuck.”
    If I didn’t feel awkward before, I do now. But there’s also a little pride mixed in there. Getting a compliment from a guy like