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can handle it. Sit down. You look like you need this.”
    I pout at him. I’m slender, not thin.
    While Patrick makes the pancakes, I
sit on the table and watch him. When he’s done, Patrick carries a plate with
three nice, thick pancakes. They’re already covered in butter and maple syrup.
My mouth waters.
    “Enjoy,” Patrick says, handing me a
glass of milk, a fork, and a knife. I thank him, and dig right in. I groan. The
pancakes are delicious.
    I take my time enjoying my meal. I’m
glad Patrick doesn’t watch me eat. He goes back to the living room to watch
news on the TV.
    When I finish, I take my dishes to
wash them. Patrick pops in when I’m halfway through.
    “You didn’t have to do that,” he
says.
    “It’s no problem,” I tell him.
“You’ve done a lot for me. Thanks so much.”
    Patrick nods. I finish washing the
dishes. When I dry my hands, I see that he’s still in the doorway.
    “I would like to go back home.”
    Patrick nods again.
    “Okay.”
    I wait. It’s ridiculous. We both seem
to be waiting for the other to say something.
    “Are you planning to keep me here?” I
ask with a smile, trying not to sound accusing. Patrick chuckles.
    “Tempting. But no, I have other
plans.”
    I bite my lip. I knew this was
coming. He wants me.
    Switching into seduction mode, I walk
slowly to him. Patrick watches me as I walk. I think he’s forgetting to
breathe.
    Yeah, I have that effect on men.
    Patrick clears his throat and turns
around.
    “Come.”
    Confused, I follow him to the living
room. He stops when he gets to the other side of the sofa. Then he turns around
and watches me.
    “What do you want from me?” I can’t
help but ask. I hope I don’t sound worried.
    Patrick rubs his chin.
    “I’m not sure you’re ready for this.
You went through quite an ordeal last night.”
    “Just tell me,” I cajole. “I think I
can handle it.”
    Patrick raises his eyebrows. He then
nods.
    “Okay. Take off your clothes.”
    I knew it.
    Turning a slight shade of red, I pull
the shirt over my head. I watch as his eyes take in the sight of my body. His
gaze stops on my breasts. The look on his face is hungry. He must be imagining
his mouth on every inch of my skin.
    Unable to help smiling to myself, I
proceed to take off the yoga pants. When I start removing the briefs, Patrick
waves his hand.
    “Leave those on.”
    I find the request a bit strange, but
I don’t complain. When I’m done, I stand in front of Patrick. I’m naked except
for his briefs. I don’t feel mortified at all right now. Men see me naked all
the time.
    Patrick walks forward, taking in
every inch of me. He stops in front of me. His hand moves to lightly stroke my
breast. He rubs one nipple with his index finger.
    “Piercings,” he mutters to himself,
looking neither excited nor disappointed. “Not bad,” he says, cupping both of
my breasts. He squeezes them. “And no implants. That’s swell. These days, it’s
hard to find a woman with natural tits this size and this perky.”
    Patrick’s gaze sweeps me up and down
again. With an approving nod, he walks away again. I curve an eyebrow. He faces
me.
    “Your health is fine, am I right?”
    I nod, looking confused.
    “You can put your clothes back on.”
    “What was that?” I ask, picking up
the pants. He waits a few seconds before answering. His eyes are on my breasts,
which jiggle as I’m leaning down.
    “I was just testing you,” Patrick
tells me. “I wanted to make sure you were…up to par for the task that I’m going
to request of you.”
    This is so not what I thought. What
would Patrick want me to do that he’d need to check my body first?
    “What task?” I ask as I put the shirt
back on.
    “I want you to seduce my brother.”
    I stare at Patrick, my mouth agape. I
would never have guessed he would ask such a thing of me.
    “Excuse me?” I ask to make sure I
heard right.
    “I said that I want you to seduce my
brother. His name’s Gabriel O’Hara.”
    I