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kissed you last night because I wanted you. All of you. I still want all of you. But last night wasn’t the right time or place and you deserve better than the super-quick, semipublic screw we were headed for.”
    “Oh?” She couldn’t have gotten much better than that almost-public orgasm he’d given her.
    “Some jerk did a number on you. Made you believe you weren’t sexy?”
    She held the paper cup in both hands—warming her chilly fingers. “So I’ve been told.” Many times. And she’d proven it again last night.
    Joe’s eyes narrowed. “And that’s why you’re building the app. Why you’re so interested in the veracity of the info it’s going to contain.” He studied her for a moment longer, his frown huge. But then he turned away with a sigh. “I’m sorry, Abbi. We can’t do this. I don’t have the time or the need for a relationship.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Who said I wanted a relationship ?”
    “What?” He turned back quickly. “It’s really only about getting the home run?”
    He looked like he didn’t believe her. But like he wanted to.
    “It’s about learning how to play the game properly.” Abbi waved a hand in a vaguely apologetic gesture. “It’s about learning the skills to break out of Little League and go for the majors.”
    He ran his hand through his hair, a rueful quirk to his lips. “Abbi—”
    “You’ve done what you came to do. You’ve apologized, you can go now. I—”
    “Need me.” He stepped right up close to her again. Smiling this time.
    “No, I don’t.”
    “Yeah, you do.” He put his finger under her chin. “I think you do. You really want to learn some skills? That’s all you want?”
    She stared up at him, still clutching the cup close. Lifted her shoulders in a shrug that so wasn’t careless.
    “So you’re studying all those articles and listening to the audiobooks.” His wicked grin appeared as he considered her attempts. “But theory isn’t the same as practice. Don’t all good little computer geeks test things in development before going live with them?”
    She hesitated, mulling his words. “Maybe. Are you offering to help me test thing s?”
    “If you like.” He stepped a little closer. “And I think you’d like.”
    Yeah, he so knew she was hot for him—she’d come in less than a minute last night—no doubt he thought she’d never say no. And he was right. But she might delay the yes for two seconds. After all, hadn’t he told her not to make it too easy for a guy?
    “Nadia’s helping me,” she answered coolly.
    “Does Nadia actually do men?”
    Oh, he’d figured that, had he? “She’s perfect. She understands what women want, how they work, and that sometimes they don’t get all they should. She reckons everyone, male or female, should enjoy sex.”
    He curled an arm around her waist. “That’s all well and good. But to really understand the male psyche, you need to talk to a man .”
    Just talk to a man? “Are you offering to be my man-cyclopedia?”
    “You once tutored me. Let me return the favor.” He suddenly looked happier than if he’d won some basketball championship by forty points. “You can be my protégé.”
    “You want to be some kind of Svengali figure for me?”
    “As in control you? Direct your sexuality?” He swept his big hand down her spine and pulled her hips closer against his aroused heat, rendering her grip on the cup—and her thought processes—precarious. “Sweetheart, don’t tempt me more than you already are.”
    She gaped, then remembered herself and snapped her jaw shut. “Let me get this straight. You’re going to tutor me? Teach me how to be a sex goddess?”
    She shouldn’t be excited about the thought of being his sexual student. But she so was.
    “I thought we were going for vixen.” He drew in a breath. “But we can shoot for sex goddess, sure. Why not?”
    Why was he pushing this? Was he feeling bad about last night? Was it a pity thing? Some random act of