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again.
    When I half-turned, he whirled me into his embrace.
    I caught my breath, certain I felt the outline of his cock along his thigh. We stared at each other.
    When he didn't speak, I wrestled my desire under control and spoke. "That’s it buster. You are now the proud owner of my big, round brown ass. Satisfied?"
    He bent his head to brush his mouth against my ear. "That depends."
    I inhaled slowly as I tried to calculate the odds of our enjoying an extended fling without damaging my slim prospects with Deandre. "On what?"
    I felt that wicked tongue of his probing my earlobe. "On how big, round, and brown your booty actually is."
    Amber, girl, you’d better know what you’re doing before you respond. Deandre has already seen you kissing him–as has everyone else who was facing the patio. If you continue flirting with him you might blow any remaining chance you have with Deandre.
    Despite the dictates of commonsense, I had to admit that I found it difficult not to flirt with him. "Judge for yourself." I reached behind me to move his hand down from my back to rest on my ass. "What do you think, Johnny mine? Does this feel like I have enough junk in my trunk to make you happy to be the proud owner of my booty?"
    "Shit." He inhaled slowly before he spoke again. "You don’t want to know what I’m thinking," he said and caressed my ass.
    I struggled to keep my heartbeat from speeding up. "Considering that I came here hoping to catch Deandre’s attention, you’re probably right."
    He narrowed his gaze and compressed his lips. "Why the hell would you want a man you have to chase?"
    "I have news for you, John. I nearly always have to chase the men I want," I was amazed to hear myself admit.
    "Why?"
    He looked and sounded so puzzled that I could have kissed him again. "I’m not stop-the-presses-attractive, supermodel thin or surgically enhanced in anyway."
    He shrugged. "You make that sound like a bad thing."
    He really knew how to make a very ordinary woman feel good about herself. "Given what most men seem to prefer, it is. What you see is what I was born with and that often leaves the deck stacked against me."
    "You sound as if you’ve been seeing men who probably aren’t worth knowing or dating."
    "Maybe not, but a woman gets lonely."
    He paused before replying. "You appear to have a personality and self-confidence that can be far more advantageous than a pretty face and an empty head. You just have to meet the right man, Amber."
    "Yeah? And who would that be?"
    "I have no idea, but I doubt it’s him."
    Or me. Of course he didn’t speak the last two words aloud but he sure as hell projected them at me.
    "Do such men exist?"
    "Of course they do. I know a number of men capable and willing to date a woman who has a pleasing personality and doesn’t depend on her looks to get by."
    And if that didn't tell me he thought I was plain nothing would. "What about you, John? Are you capable and willing to do that?"
    He gave me a wary look. "I told you what I wanted from you."
    His quick answer disappointed and annoyed me. "You’ve been caressing my ass during this entire conversation so forgive me if I’m a little confused."
    He shook his head and released me. "I have no interest in getting involved in a serious relationship and I won’t insult you by trying to treat you like my latest easy lay."
    "So you’re only interested in friendship or casual sex from a woman? Can’t a woman be both your friend and your lover?"
    "I prefer to keep the two separate."
    "Why?"
    "I’ve never met anyone capable of meeting both needs."
    He was letting me know up front he had no long-term interest in me but maybe I could tempt him into a sexual affair. But as hard as he clearly intended to make me work for it, if I managed to land in his bed I was not settling for one damned night. 
    The lights dimmed suddenly. When I glanced around I saw Deandre heading in our direction. 
    "What the hell does he want?"
    "I think he wants me," I