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Kissing Damon hello was a dangerous prospect, as sometimes it was difficult to stop. And, delicious as he was, I didn’t want to become one of those disgusting couples who make out in the middle of a restaurant. Although I knew how they felt.
“You wanna drink?” he offered, as he took a sip of his beer.
I shook my head. “My shift starts in a few minutes.”
“Can I have a drink?” he asked suggestively, with a smirk that made me want to say yes to everything.
I held firm, though. “No. We tried that before and I was traumatized by the nasty men’s room,” I reminded him.
He grimaced as though I were being unreasonable. “That was a gas station. I’m sure the bathroom here is much nicer. Or there’s always the alleyway.”
I could see he wasn’t serious—although if I said yes we’d be out the door in a heartbeat—so I just gave him a look. “After work,” I promised. I was a sucker for those blue eyes, even when he didn’t really want something . “Oh, except I have to stop at my mom’s and pick up a few things first.”
“I’ll do it while you’re at work,” he offered.
I rewarded him with a smile. “Thanks. But they’re girl things.”
He made an exaggerated face of repugnance. “Ew, girls are so gross.”
I patted his hand. “I’m glad you’re not one.”
“Like that would stop you,” he predicted, and I gave him an ambiguous little look that left him thinking of all kinds of possibilities. After a moment he cleared his throat. “So, while we’re on the subject…”
“Yes?” I asked, intrigued.
“Would you mind if I slept with one of my exes?” he said baldly.
“Is this leading up to a threesome proposal?” I replied curiously.
His eyes widened slightly. “It is now,” he recovered quickly.
“Is it someone I know?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. “Sorry. That’d be weird for me.”
“Well, back to my original question then,” he decided.
I gave the idea some thought. “Why do you want to sleep with this person?” I queried.
“Well, it’s not my first choice,” he explained with genuine aversion, “but it may become necessary to fulfill my plans.”
“Oh, it’s strategic then,” I realized.
“Completely.”
“And no reflection on your physical or emotional relationship with me?” I checked.
“Absolutely not,” he promised.
I shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.”
He gave me a narrow look as if assessing my sincerity. “You are the best girlfriend ever,” he declared, when he decided I was being serious.
“I know,” I agreed, standing up to leave. Our kiss good-bye threatened to become obnoxious. “Just so we’re clear, this deal goes both ways, right?” I said over my shoulder.
His eyes popped satisfyingly. “What?”
“I’m gettin’ out my little black book,” I commented with a smirk as I walked out the door, knowing he could still hear me. Damon was great fun to tease.