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Chapter 72

I’m still wondering what the hell is going on when there’s a knock at the door. I run a quick hand through my hair, wishing I’d had time to shower and change. When I open the door, his smiling face has my heart racing again and my pussy sparking right back to life. I step aside and let him in, noticing how damn good he looks in my hotel room. Standing here with him so close to the bed is doing all kinds of things to me, and I’m having one hell of a time focusing.

When there’s another knock at the door, he answers it, taking full control of the situation and even tipping the young guy who brought–up my meal. He sets the tray down, lifting the lid to eye what I ordered.

“Good choice with the gumbo. It’s one of the specialties here. They forgot the crackers, though,” he says, sounding oddly annoyed by this oversight.

“What’s going on?” I ask because the whole situation is feeling surreal as hell.

He turns back to me and scrubs a hand over his face. Is he nervous? I didn’t think guys as good–looking as he is ever got nervous.

“I kind of need your help with something.”

“You mentioned that. What the hell is going on?”

“Do you have plans for tonight?”

“No. Why?”

“Would you be willing to be my date? I have a work–related dinner, and I need a date. I’m kind of desperate actually.”

He shoots me a boyish grin, and I suddenly feel like a giant idiot. “So you’re desperate?”

“Yeah, I really can’t show up alone for this thing.”

“So you asked me?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed, feeling like the world’s biggest loser. “Because you’re desperate.”

It finally dawns on him what I’m saying, and he gives me a shocked look and quickly backtracks. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant, Liv. I’m not asking you because I’m desperate. I mean, I need tonight, but I’m not asking you out of desperation, not like the way you’re

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thinking anyway.”

He groans and kneels in front of me, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe or think or do anything except soak right through my panties and hope like hell he doesn’t notice a wet stain blooming on my yoga pants.

“I’m sorry. That’s not at all what I meant. Would you please be my date tonight? I’ll do anything in return. Just name it, and it’s yours.”

Instead of hurrying up and saying yes, I give myself a second to think about this incredibly

rare opportunity that has just fallen into my lap. There’s a drop–dead gorgeous man on his knees in front of me, telling me he’ll give me anything I want, and all I have to do is go out on a date with him. It seems like that should be the damn reward. I always play it safe, and

I’m sick and tired of doing that. For once, I want to be brave and wild and I want to have

some fucking fun.

“I’ll be your date, but I want something in return.”

His face lights up in a smile, revealing that sexy dimple and making me feel all warm and

tingly.

“Anything, Liv. Just name it.”

I take a deep breath and use every ounce of courage I’ve ever possessed and meet his blue eyes as I say, “I want you to be my first.”

I can tell by his face that I’ve startled the hell out of him. He swallows and takes a second to compose himself.

“You want what?”

I’d be mortified if I hadn’t seen that flash of raw desire in his eyes before he’d covered it up

with surprise. But I did see it, and it gave me the extra kick of courage I needed.

“You heard me, Justin. I want you to pop my cherry and be my first.” I don’t want him to feel forced, so I add, “If you don’t want to, just tell me. I’ll still be your date for tonight, but if you’re asking me what I want, then this is it.”

His eyes run over me, and I catch another glimpse of the heat behind them before he hides it away again and stands up.

“Deal,”

,” he says, before turning to walk away. Without even looking back, he says, “I’ll pick

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you up at eight, and don’t worry about a dress. Ell have something sent up. Oh, and Liv,” he savs, looking over his shoulder at me and giving me an amused grin. “Don’t fuck yourself again before tonight. Save all that sexual frustration for when I can take care of it for you.”

He gives me a wink before turning and leaving me alone with my heart racing and my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. Without him in front of me, my courage starts to falter, and I begin to wonder just what in the fuck I’ve gotten myself into.

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