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“What if I said I didn’t want you to? If I just wanted to spend some more time talking?”

Her eyes widened a little. “It won’t be about sex?”

“I won’t even mention it.”

“Promise?”

I clenched my fist and extended my arm.

She looked at it, and then at me. “Is that what you do to make a promise?”

“It’s a biker thing.”

She locked eyes with me and pounded her fist against mine. “Tomorrow night sounds fine. My house at six?”

“Good with me.”

“Come hungry,” she said. “I’ll have something for us to eat.”

Eating dinner at a chick’s house without having sex was another first for me. Knowing I wasn’t going to get so much as a blowjob out of the deal would normally turn me away. As I stood there and admired her golden-brown eyes, I really didn’t give a fuck one way or another if we had sex.

Kicking it with her and having another meal together would be a nice change of pace.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said.

The fact that I was eager to see her again should have bothered me, but it didn’t. For the time being, I decided to blame my desire on the lure of an awesome blowjob and her interest in discussing history.

I gestured toward the exit, hoping that was all it was.

If it was anything else, it didn’t fit my lifestyle.

Not. At. All.