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the dresser and scowled, upset not on his behalf but hers. “Who were they? Was this on the night of the cocktail party?”
    “Yup. A small group of corporate wives, one of whom I think might be an actual vampire, all rushed over to warn me away from you almost immediately after they saw you talking to me.”
    He discharged an irritated breath. Cassandra and her minions. She was more a shewolf than a vampire but it was still an apt description. She certainly had a reputation for sucking men dry. Why his colleague Edward had thought it prudent to become husband number three for her was a complete mystery. “I don’t get why those women gossip about me. I’m not really all that interesting.”
    “They seem to disagree. They went on and on about pool hall brawls and sex clubs.”
    “The first is only partly true and the second not at all.”
    “Aw. Brian will be so disappointed,” she teased. “He’s been making cracks about all your sexual conquests for at least the last decade or so.”
    Oh, he has, has he ? He made a mental note to kick Brian’s ass later. “Yeah, well my brother tends to have a flair for the dramatic.”
    “Really? So no plundering or pillaging to speak of?”
    Trust an English professor to get him all hot and horny with choice vocabulary words. “Nope, sorry,” he downplayed.
    “I don’t think I believe you. In fact, I think you’re going to have to let me be the judge of that.” She hopped onto the bed and propped herself up on a pillow, heels kicking in the air as if they were about to exchange sleepover stories. “Tell me the most wicked thing you’ve ever done.”
    “I am not having this discussion with you.”
    “Why?” She lowered her gaze down to his zipper, which seemed to be moving telekinetically. “Uncomfortable?”
    He crouched over a bit more.
    “C’mon. I’m curious about your hedonistic ways,” she kept on, clearly amused by his discomfort. “Are we talking secret society orgies with whips and chains?”
    “What?! God, no.”
    “Backdoor action? Threesomes?”
    He averted his gaze to study a missed stitching in the rug he never noticed before.
    “Seriously?” That quieted her, and boggled her eyes quite a bit. “Were they with two women or are you a ‘Devil’s Three Way’ kind of guy?”
    Where the hell did she learn that term? Attempting to clear his throat was suddenly very difficult. “Uh…both.”
    She let out a faint whistle. “Wow.” Okay, she looked far too curious now for her own good.
    “But I haven’t done either in a while. It was all pretty much consolidated to one year of my life a long time ago.”
    “You didn’t enjoy it?”
    “I didn’t say that.” He shrugged. “Honestly, it was fun and exciting at the time but it got old fast. It’s a ton more work than pornos make it out to be.”
    “What if it were me and another girl satisfying your every carnal desire? Would you still feel like it was work?”
    He nodded. And meant it. “Another woman would just end up getting in the way. Plus, she’d get all pissy that I’d be focusing solely on you and that’s never fun.”
    She bit her lip, a reluctant smile peeking through regardless. “What a sweet, utterly disturbing compliment.” Her expression turned contemplative then. “Well what about you, me, and another guy?”
    “Oh hell no.” He scowled. No way was he inviting some other man to see her, let alone touch her. A low growl rumbled in his chest. No, just no. The thought of it made him...jealous. An altogether unfamiliar and extremely unpleasant feeling.
    “Oookay. Then how about the other thing? The…you know?” She turned a sweet shade of pink and shook her heinie in the air.
    Holy hell, but the woman was trying to kill him. “Abby, you don’t have to do any of that for me. Contrary to what the rumor mill spews out, I’m not some kinky sex fanatic. When you and I eventually get together, it’s going to be plenty hot, believe me. We won’t need any of those