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"You're being difficult."
"I'm being a man." He said loftily.
"Which equals to you being a moron."
"Do you want to have sex tonight?" He leaned on the jamb and shoved his hands into the pockets of his ash gray dress pants.
Her brows shot up in disbelief. "You're holding that over my head? You?"
"Precisely." He rocked back on his heels and stared at her in amusement. "Why does that have to be a woman's prerogative?"
"I would never be so low as to use that against you. I'm too much of a lady to stoop so low."
"We've established that I'm not a lady." He could not believe how much he was enjoying the sparring. She was the only woman he had ever felt so free and easy with, and it amazed him.
Plopping her hands on her hips, she sent him a sizzling look. "I'm not falling for that."
"All right then." Easing off the jamb, he strolled towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To my suite. If you change your mind..." He left the sentence hanging and to her acute surprise, left and slammed the door shut behind him.
Ingrid stared at the door as if she expected him to open it and tell her he was kidding. She waited several minutes and when he did not materialize, she went to sit on the edge of the bed. There was no way in hell she was going after him.
No way. The sex was not that good for her to be running him down. She was a strong independent woman after all. He was a man, and men thrive on sex much more than women do.
She argued the point in her head until she thought it made sense. Then the anger came. With it, she pushed herself off the bed and decided that it was payback time.
She was a woman and as a female, she was equipped with certain wiles. She might not be a size two, but she had her charms, and she was damn well going to use them to pay him back.
*****
He was on the verge of changing his mind and giving in. It had been ten minutes since he made the bold move by leaving her suite and coming to his. But it felt damn lonely without her. And what the hell was he thinking? What does it matter that it was what was it she called it? Oyster.
He had changed and donned a robe, deciding whether or not to take a shower. Suddenly he detected movement just inside the doorway.
His first sight of her had the breath strangling in his throat. And he went still as stone. The material barely covered her generous curves. And it was black and sheer, enough for him to see the large nipples pressing against the wisp of material.
It dipped low in the front, to her navel and clung precariously to her breasts. It was enough for him to see that she was completely naked. He felt the blood drain from his head to his loins and almost immediately, he was rock hard.
And rooted to the floor.
When she sauntered in and she took her bloody time doing so, her hips swayed seductively and kept his eyes locked to thoseswaying hips. When she stepped in front of him, he finally blinked.
"I thought about being petty and just lock the doors and go on to bed." Her hands lifted to spread over his bare chest.
"But I'm not really a petty person." Her hands drifted to his nipples. "Do you like the outfit?"
"What?" He was surprised he could even speak. The blood was roaring in his ears, and his body was so heated, he was surprised the robe didn't just melt off his skin.
"The lingerie. It's called Black Seduction, a new line from the plus sized section of Romano's. It costs the earth and then some, but it's worth it don't you think?"
"I..." His tongue was all tangled up.
"So, what do you think?"
"What?"
