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Yeah, I wouldn’t mind showing him how to please a woman.
I cough, choking on my lamb stew.
“Too spicy for you?” he asks, his lips curling up into a devastating smile.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Spicier than expected.”
He takes a sip of Guinness then tosses his cloth napkin on the table. Leaning back in his chair, he folds his arms across his chest then chuckles.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
With everything that’s been said and done between us, I should have known not to ask. I should have kept quiet.
“You can forget a career in futbol.”
“Soccer?” I smile back. “What makes you say that? I could be the next Mia Hamm.”
“Bad form, you’ve got,” he informs me, “as seen in the way you kicked that condom underneath the bed.”
I’ve. Been. Played.
He knows. He understands exactly the effect he has on me. This entire dinner, he allowed me to believe he hadn’t noticed.
Finn winks for good measure.
And I die a slow, mortifying death in the seat across from him.
