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enjoying your company.”
    “You’re leering at my breasts,” I said.
    He shrugged, completely unapologetic. “I’ve got a thing for breasts. And your body is smoking hot. It’s not illegal to look.”
    He was joking. He had to be joking. I was twenty pounds overweight, thirty if you asked my mother. Christopher was a golden god. He could go after the sure things, like Pancake and Soda Bottle who were waving goodbye as they left the shop. So why was he staying with me?
    His eyes were fastened on mine. Intelligence pushing aside the mischief once more. “How are you going to write sex scenes with no sexual experience?”
    The moan of a woman from the other room punctuated his question. I bit the inside of my cheek.
    I looked up at Christopher, who continued to rub his thumb against his lip as he considered me. The motion was hypnotic. My tongue snuck out and licked at my lips. “Are you going to offer me some experience?”
    His eyes zeroed in on my tongue. He pinched the spot on his lip that mirrored where my tongue had just landed on my bottom lip. I shut my eyes as I realized he was right. I had just offered up my cherry on a platter to him again.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know why I said that?”
    “I’m not after your panties, MK. You’re not my type.”  
    My head jerked back giving me whiplash.
    “Physically, yes. But mentally, no. You’re a Mrs. Forever. I’m a Mr. Right now.”
    “Meaning,” I said, “you’re not the settling down and marrying kind? Or if you did, you would cheat on your wife.”
    “I’ve never cheated anyone in my life.” Christopher frowned, looking like a petulant child and reminding me of my sister’s boys. “I’ll fuck those two girls tonight. They’ll both know I fucked the other one. Hell, I’ll probably fuck them both at the same time. Might fuck another girl after that. I don’t lie to girls to get what I want. I tell them the truth, and if it’s not something they want, I move along. I’ve never forced anyone to do anything… unless they asked me to.”
    Again, I saw the flash of the devil hidden behind that angelic face.
    “Plus,” he continued with that Cheshire grin, “I have a short attention span. I couldn’t keep all the lies straight in my head.”
    Why was I still sitting and listening to this guy? And why was I still hearing his voice reining me in from up high on Cloud Nine? He was everything I didn’t want in a life partner. Mainly, because he had no intentions of being anyone’s life partner. He worked in a sex shop. He drove a fast car and broke the speed limit. He admitted that he slept with multiple women at the same time.
    “Most would say I’m more honest than they’d care to hear,” Christopher said. “I have no intentions of getting married. That’s a condition of having sex with you, right?”
    I couldn’t respond. My ears were still replaying him talking about having sex with me.
    “Therefore, I have no intentions of taking your virginity because that’s not a responsibility I’m willing to commit to.”
    He was right. That was more honesty than I cared to hear. “So why are you still here?”
    “I never met a romance writer before,” he grinned, letting go of his serious side. “I’m interested. My mother calls me insatiably curious. So tell me, how do you keep your readers interested with no sex?”
    He’d picked up the conversation about my work again, as though we hadn’t been discussing both of our vastly different sex lives. My head was spinning from all the directions my attention was being pulled toward.
    There was the crescendoing sounds coming from behind the wall. There was the sound of the bell dinging letting customers in. The sound of Holly’s cheery voice as she greeted them. And then there was Christopher, sitting before me with an attentiveness I hadn’t had since my grandparents passed away a few years ago.
    “Relationships aren’t all about sex,” I said.  
    He frowned in