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thinking back to the person I spent time with yesterday. Although, that has never been a relationship. Not even close.
    “Okay.”
    She stops asking questions, and for that, I’m grateful. I’ve never enjoyed talking about my personal life, specifically with clients. You always have to maintain a professional relationship with them. It’s easy to blur lines, especially when they are long term clients that you see fairly regularly.
    “So, how was your night last night?” I ask.
    She rolls her eyes and makes a small pft sound like she’s annoyed. “It could have been better.” Raising her eyes to meet mine, she smiles. “If I had been able to finish my night with you, I’m sure I’d have been much happier.”
    I grin back at her. “Oh, you definitely would have been happy with me.”
    The waiter appears with our food, and we both look at each other, waiting to see if he’s forgotten the extra ranch or not. He places my dish in front of me first, and then gives Nathalia her salad. And her extra ranch.
I smirk at her from across the table, and she playfully rolls her eyes.
    “Can I get you two anything else?” the waiter asks.
    “Do you need anything?” I ask Nathalia with a raised brow.
    She turns to the waiter and smiles. “No. I think you got it all. Thank you.”
    After he walks away, she gives me a pout. “Now I don’t get to ask my question.”
    “Aww,” I answer with a chuckle. “You know you can still ask me.”
    “But now you don’t have to answer.”
    “True,” I reply with a smile. “Come on. Is it that serious that you think I wouldn’t answer?”
    She only shrugs in response. I’ll admit she has me curious, but there may be a question or two that I really wouldn’t want to answer.
    “Okay, well, I’m just going to ask,” she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking right at me. “You don’t have to answer, but I’m hoping that your body language or facial expression when I ask will let me know anyway.”
    I tilt my head a little and eye her inquisitively. “Before you ask, I want to ask you something,” I say. “Last night you said you were hoping to find something out about me. What were you wondering?”
    A smile lights up her face. “I was hoping to find out the answer to my question last night, but I didn’t really get to.”
    Leaning forward, my arms resting on the table, I say, “And what question was that?”
    “How kinky are you?”
    My back straightens. “What?” I ask, caught off guard.
    Her laugh envelopes me. “That’s what I was wondering, Marc.”
    “And you weren’t able to find out last night?”
    “Not really, but I don’t plan on giving up.”
    “I told you how long I’ve been doing this, right? You’re gonna be hard-pressed to find something I haven’t at least tried.”
    “But I want to find out what you actually like,” she responds seriously.
    “You’ll come to find out that I pretty much like it all,” I respond with a smile.
    Her lips turn up slightly at the corners. “That’s a good escort answer.”
    But it’s not a Marc answer, and she knows that. I decide not to comment and move on to the other question she wants to ask.
    “So, is the kinky question not the same as the one you don’t think I’ll answer?”
    “It might relate,” she says with a wicked glint in her eyes.
    “Hmm. Well, you’ve got me a bit intrigued.”
    “Does that mean you’ll answer?” she asks, her face illuminating with hope.
    “We’ll see,” I say with a wink.
    She pushes her dish away from her and crosses her arms on the table. Staring at me for a few seconds, she finally opens her mouth to speak.
    “Are you opposed to threesomes?”
    I almost want to laugh. In fact, a small chuckle escapes my throat before I even realize it.
    “Are you serious? That’s the question?”
    She nods.
    “No, I’m not opposed to threesomes. I’ve had several.”
    “With men?” she asks.
    I falter for just a second. “I’ve had threesomes with