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again. If she left the chances were I’d probably blown it. I could go after her but that isn’t my style. If she sat back down maybe I had another chance.
     
    “Come on, Kylie. Talk to me.”
     
    She made a move as though to leave, stopped and then cast an anxious look around at the other diners.
     
    “Thank you,” I breathed when she slid back onto her chair.
     
    “Well?” she said, avoiding my eyes.
     
    “ Look, I’m sorry . Maybe I went too far. I just haven’t felt a pull this strong for a long time. Hell, I’m giving you what you want. You get the part. It’s your chance. Would the two of us together be so bad? Don’t you find me at least a little attractive?”
     
    Kylie flicked a glance my way. “It isn’t that,” she responded as she picked at the label on the wine bottle with a painted fingernail. “I mean, yeah, you’re quite good-looking.” Kylie shrugged as though to concede an off-hand point. “And you look in good shape.” She rolled her eyes and said, “And yeah, yeah I’ve read the gossip about how big you’re supposed to be and what a studly-good-fuck you are—”
     
    Incredulous, I interrupted her. “—Studly-good-fuck? What the fuck! Who wrote that about me?”
     
    “Whatever,” Kylie responded. She actually smirked and snorted. “So you’re all that, and rich and powerful to boot. But I won’t let myself be … used like that, Mister Taylor.”
     
    “I won’t use you, Kylie,” I said as I reached for the fingers that still picked at the label. “When I say you only sleep with me, I meant that as a reciprocal deal. Yeah, I admit there was a time when I would’ve fucked the crack of dawn if it were possible. But after what I did to Stella and what Marianne did to me, and especially since you’re so fragile at the moment, I wouldn’t do that to you. I know the pain of loss and I just wouldn’t do it.”
     
    I sensed the girl was teetering when she murmured, “Really?” her eyes huge with the question.
     
    “I’m a man of my word, Kylie. Take that to the fucking bank.” I squeezed her hand gently and she looked into my face. “Tell me you didn’t fancy me when you saw me in the office today. Tell me that you don’t feel something too.”
     
    Her eyes continued to search mine as the shroud of silence descended around us again. Kylie nodded, almost imperceptibly, but there was a nod.
     
    “I’ll admit that I’m attracted to you Mister Taylor.”
     
    “And what about the stuff I said earlier. Did he ever do anything like I described?”
     
    “I don’t want to talk about me and Rafe.”
     
    “I meant what I said about fucking in risky places. Where there’s a chance of being caught or even people watching.” She was so close then I could almost kiss her. “Or would you like me to tie your wrists and exp lore you until you’re screaming? Are you wet for me now?
     
    “Stop it, Mister Taylor,” Kylie whispered.
     
    “I’ll trace ice cubes from the champagne bucket over your breasts and over your stomach .”
     
    “As well as the sex, which will be fucking devastating, we’ll eat and drink and see the sights – the Mona Lisa, the Eiffel Tower, and we’ll take a private boat trip along the Seine and make love as we drift past Notre Dame.”
     
    I paused to let the girl picture it all in her mind’s eye.
     
    “Look at me, Kylie,” I muttered eventually. “Feel how hard I am for you.” I placed her hand on the bulge in my trousers.
     
    The girl gasped and pulled her hand away as though the fire in my cock had burned.
     
    I reached for her hand again and returned it to the ridged outline.
     
    “Are you wet?” I breathed against Kylie’s neck.
     
    “Yes,” she replied on a sigh.
     
    2 – Paris (Kylie)
     
    When I stop and think, not that I’ve had much time to pause and take a breath lately, I still can’t believe I let him talk me into it. I mean I was supposed to all cut up about Rafe, heartbroken and then obsessed