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He wouldn’t have to do much to convince me to have sex with him. He just had to break down my one wall and I was his.

I nodded my head. “Okay.”

“Seriously?” He grinned like I had just made his night, no, his week by agreeing.

“Stop looking so happy.” I kissed his cheek. “And put me down.”

“No, I like holding you.” He twisted the doorknob to the bedroom and walked us in.

“So, is this where you drag all the girls to?” I grinned, knowing his reputation.

“Nope.”

I frowned. He was serious. What he did mean by that?

“Stop looking so stunned. Is it really hard to believe I haven’t had a female in here? Well, apart from Naughty and Nice.” He kissed my forehead.

Hannah and Eve had been in here and that was it? Seriously? Then it clicked. “You’ve got a dorm room, don’t you?”

A guilty expression captured his face. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew the answer and I laughed.

“You are such a stereotypical biker,” I said, forcing myself to stop laughing. “Lucky for you, I wasn’t expecting anything different.”

“Would a stereotypical biker have a sleepover with a woman he isn’t planning on fucking?” He arched his eyebrows and he had me there.

My expression softened. “No.”

He lowered me to the bed. “Do you want something to change into? I doubt sleeping in that dress would be comfortable.”

He had a point. His hands left me on the edge of the bed and I nodded my head.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked, while walking into a wardrobe.

I had said I wasn’t going to let him get to know me. So him asking me a question could violate that rule. I sighed. One question wouldn’t kill me. Wasn’t like I was about to tell him my life secret, which was Rex.

“Sure,” I said, when he walked back in holding a t-shirt.

“Why do you always wear heels?”

He had asked that earlier. I sighed. I guess I wasn’t telling him anything that secretive. “I just always have.”

“Why?”

“Well, I started to wear them for pole. And I just got used to wearing them.”

He looked up, alarmed. “Pole? As in pole dancing?”

I nodded my head.

He swallowed sharply. “You pole dance?”

“My mum teaches it.” I didn’t understand why he was looking so startled. “I’ve done it nearly my whole life.”

His eyes were wide. “Does anyone, you know, um, see it?”

“I used to compete to help build my mum’s business. But that was back home.”

“Have you ever done it for a man?”

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