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“Not part of the deal.” She mimes zipping her lips.
“So, what? Thigh-high boots and whips and telling him what a bad boy he was?”
“And orgasm denial.”
Fuck.
“That was his main thing.”
“Complete denial?”
“Teasing until he couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Did you like it?”
“On occasion. But it got old. I started to crave vanilla stuff. Missionary. Eye contact.”
“Freak,” I say.
She blushes as she laughs. “I know. I should be more creative. But that’s not my strong suit.”
“Maybe you need help.”
Her eyes go to my chest.
“Someone who can create what you like, not what he likes.”
“Are you offering?”
Yeah, let’s go to the bathroom right now.
What the hell is wrong with me? Deanna is beautiful and sexy in that smart, sarcastic way, but we’re only friends. We’re not even friends.
“And you?” she asks. “Are you another vanilla-loving freak?”
“This is about you.”
“It’s only fair,” she says. “I said something. You say something.”
“There’s not much to say.”
“No, I suppose you’re in New York, going to orgies. No. One of those masquerade parties. Masks and nothing else.”
“Sounds like a story.”
“One of your grandma’s.”
“At least five,” I say. “Should we ask her for recs tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Deanna laughs. “She writes the best stuff. I can’t get into anyone else. They never write their heroines hard enough.”
It figures Deanna would love Grandma’s tough women.
“She gave me this series she called the HBICs.The Billionaire’s Millionaire. All these high-achieving women paired with slightly richer men. Because the publisher didn’t believe readers would fall for a poorer guy, even if the poorer guy was worth two billion.”
“I know that one.”
“AndThe Billionaire and the Maven. I love that one. The whole series.”
