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having the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old boy.  So I'll take the sense of humor bit as a compliment."
    "You would," she says.  "And for the record, I came here on business.  Not to talk about your little Prince Albert."
    "Oh, there's nothing little about it, luv," I say, reaching for the button on my pants.  "Here.  Take a look."
    She puts her hand up.  "Oh my God.  Seriously.  Are you that hard up for female attention?" she asks.  "We're right in the middle of your doorway, in case you've forgotten."
    "You're going to need to find your sense of humor," I say.  "I think you might have forgotten it somewhere in Vegas."
    Her face colors.  "I have a sense of humor," she says.  "Just not…your kind of humor."
    "Joking about my cock isn't your style?" I ask.  "Well, I'm glad you take my dick seriously."
    Belle rolls her eyes.  " You're so not my style."
    "Well, I've got news for you, luv," I say.  "Girls like you aren't my style, either."  That part is definitely true.  No matter how fucking hot this chick is, uptight women aren't exactly my type.
    “Then why do you keep hitting on me?” she hisses.
    “I’m just having a little fun, that’s all.  If I were hitting on you, you’d know it.  Trust me.”
    “Oh yeah?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.  The movement has the effect of pressing her breasts together, putting her cleavage so directly in my line of sight that I can’t possibly look away.  I can’t decide if she’s doing it naively or if she wants to get a rise out of me.  In a literal sense.
    “Like I said, you’ll beg me to hit on you.”
    Belle rolls her eyes.  “I’ll do no such thing,” she says.  “Just because we had one kiss doesn’t mean that anything else is going to happen between us.”
    “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Belle,” I say.  “But we both know you’re thinking about my lips on your lips.”
    She shrugs.  “It was no big deal,” she says.  “I’ve had better kisses.”
    “I wasn’t talking about those lips,” I say, looking down.
    Her eyes go wide again.  “We did not do anything like that,” she protests.
    “We didn’t,” I say.  “That doesn’t mean you haven’t been thinking about it.  And we both know you’re lying about having had better kisses.  I looked up your ex-fiancé.  I saw photos of him.  He wasn’t lighting your world on fire.”
    “You have no idea what my kisses have been like,” she protests.  "Or my love life.  At least mine has been tame enough that I don't have to worry about any fires down there."
    "Is that your clumsy attempt to insinuate that I've got some type of VD, luv?" I ask.
    "I told you I looked you up," she says.  "You have a revolving bedroom door.  That's what the magazines say."
    I lean closer to her.  "Don't worry, Belle," I whisper.  "I'm clean as a whistle.  You could even have me bare, if you like."
    "Oh my God," she says.  "That is not what I was implying."
    "Hey, you're the one who keeps bringing up my cock," I say, enjoying the appalled look on her face.
    "I am not bringing up your…" Belle's voice drifts off, and she glances over her shoulder and down the hallway.  "Penis."
    " Penis ," I say, laughing.  "That's sexy.  You can say the word, luv.  Cock.   Admit you can't stop thinking about it."
    "I am not going to admit it," she says, groaning in frustration.  "I can't even remember why I came down here now.  I should have known it was a mistake."
    She whirls around before I can stop her, and flounces off in the direction of her room.

CHAPTER TEN
    Belle
     
    "This is so bizarre, and yet so exactly a Kensington kind of story," Raine says, her voice partially muffled on the phone as she turns to tell someone in the room to "hold on a minute."  Raine did a stint in Africa, volunteering with another aid organization for six months while I was there.  She's a free spirit, a hippie chick traveling across Europe with her boyfriend –