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you. I won’t deny it. But if all I wanted was sex, I could get that anywhere. ”
    Imani bit her lip. They needed to talk. He wasn’t going to give up on her until she told him about her aversion to sex. If all else failed, that was sure to send a man packing. She pressed his book into his abdomen so that he was forced to back up. “Come by my place tonight for dinner at seven. After we talk, if you still want to date…we’ll do it.”
    His eyes lit up. “Really?”
    “Don’t get your hopes up. You’re not likely to agree to my terms.”
    ***
    “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
    Keith put down his fork and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He frowned. As far as he could tell, the date had been going well, but admittedly, he was no expert. He mentally reviewed their evening. He’d arrived at seven sharp with a box of chocolates, and flowers he’d picked from his own garden. She’d seemed surprised yet delighted by his gifts. Her reaction had been encouraging and just the ego boost he needed. It also helped that he’d spied one of his novels on her coffee table. Up until that moment, Imani had not been exactly receptive to his attentions. She’d taken off the ugly sweater she wore at the library, but the pants with the high waist and the beige blouse that could have doubled as a garbage sack proclaimed she’d taken no pains with her appearance for this date. Her hair was pulled back in the usual curl-defying bun at the back of her head. Hell, jeans and a t-shirt would have been an improvement. Yet she persisted in hiding her figure from him. She’d removed her glasses but he had already surmised that they were merely decorative and not for any corrective purposes.
    Dinner conversation had been going well. They’d discussed their work, their favorite books and their pets. And then apropos to nothing, she’d given him this announcement.  He’d heard somewhere that within moments of meeting a man, a woman knew if she’d sleep with him or not. Had he fucked up their initial meeting that badly? He didn’t think so. He’d been too stunned by her to speak. But he hadn’t needed to. Stephanie had stepped between them and dominated the conversation.
    Maybe she was suffering from the misguided notion that he was only interested in sex. Not that he would decline if she offered. It had been over a year since the last time he was with a woman. And he wanted Imani very much. He cleared his throat. “Have I said or done something to make you uncomfortable?”
    “No. That’s one of the conditions of dating me. I won’t sleep with you , and I don’t expect you to pressure me to do otherwise.”
    “Imani, I want to get to know you. I don’t expect you to become intimate with me right away.”
    She sipped her water and then used her tongue to catch a drop of water on the edge of her full bottom lip. “I don’t just mean tonight. I mean ever.” Her gaze locked on his. “It’s one of my conditions.”
    He frowned. She couldn’t be serious. He counted to ten before asking, “ Care to explain? Are you waiting for marriage?”
    “No. ” She sighed. “You might as well know this going in. I don’t like sex. No, I hate it … and if it never happens to me again, I’ll be happy.”
    Shit! What did he say to that? Keith wouldn’t lie. He wanted her. He studied her face. She tried to downplay her looks, but she was damned beautiful. Her skin was flawless milk chocolate. The contrast of her gold eyes was arresting. He could only guess at what her body was like due to her ugly clothes, but he knew that she was well endowed and curvy.
    Her cat came through the room. It was so quiet that they could hear her lapping at the water in her dish. Was she expecting some sort of agreement from him?
    An ugly possibility occurred to him. Keith cleared his throat and asked as gently as he could, “Were you attacked or hurt in some way ?”
    Imani emitted an impatient noise. “I wasn’t raped or molested. Can’t a