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  With her lips pursed, she demands, “Talk.”

  I swallow hard, my mouth going dry. Focus, Brooks. “Listen, what we did can’t ever happen again.”

  She shrugs and laughs softly. “Okay?”

  “I’m just making sure you know this.”

  She glares. “Oh please, don’t you worry. I’m not asking for it.”

  I narrow my eyes. “Well, you weren’t saying that last week.”

  “Because I was lied to. I was told that you were expecting me, that you wanted me, and that I was in for the night of my life. All of that was false,” she snaps, her eyes a little crazy as she looks up at me.

  I blink. “We had a great night.”

  “Great is a stretch. Maybe okay. But sure as hell not the night of my life. The night of my life would include the guy knowing who he’s fucking.”

  I really hate how offended I am. Why am I so pissed? Good. She didn’t like it, so she won’t want me again. This should be a good thing. My hands slam into my hips as my voice rises. “That’s not my fault. As soon as you realized I didn’t know you, you should have stopped everything.”

  She lowers her brows, her eyes narrowing to slits. “I didn’t even get two words out before you had your tongue down my throat.”

  I hold out my hands as I gawk at her. “Because I thought you were sent for sex.”

  With a disbelieving look, she yells, “Maybe next time ask, dumbass!”

  “Whoa!”

  “Whoa what? You used me.”

  “Um, I didn’t force you into anything. If I remember correctly, you were basically humping me.”

  “So, because I like sex, it’s okay not to make sure you’re with the right person? Yeah, you didn’t force me into anything, not that I’d ever accuse you of that, but you sure didn’t slow down enough to find out who I was. Or, hell, to make sure I came at all.”

  I glare. “You came plenty of times. And you knew who I was the whole time, so what was your end game? Trying to get knocked up by me? Trap me?”

  Her laughter fills the room. “I’m barely twenty-one years old. I’m not trying to get pregnant. Remember I’m the one who demanded the condom? Also, why would I need to trap you? Maybe you’ve heard of my family? In case you’ve missed the memo, I’m not hurting for money, buddy. I’m not like those whores you’re used to. Maybe you should learn about the girls you go to bed with. Ha! Wait, who am I kidding? You don’t even take the time to learn their names.”

  She makes me stabby. “You knew who I was. When you found out I didn’t know, you should have told me, but you said nothing. Why not? You had every chance! You trying to ruin me?”

  Something flashes in her eyes, yet she laughs, and it absolutely sets me on fire. “No, Aiden. I am not. I wanted to sleep with you, and that was it. But a bit of advice…” She leans in, and I hold my breath. “Next time you decide to fuck some girl who walks up to you, ask for her name and maybe volunteer to wear a condom.”

  “Hey, don’t blame me for liking it without a condom. It’s a different sensation, and I get off faster.”

  “Faster?” she asks incredulously. “You get off faster than that? Thank God I made you wear one.”

  My jaw actually drops. “Whoa. That’s bullshit. You were satisfied.”

  “Hardly.” She pushes off the wall. “But that’s neither here nor there. We did it, it’s done, move on.”

  “I am ready to move on.”

  “Really? Seems to me you’re trying to blame someone else for your bad decisions. If anyone is trying to ruin anyone, it’s you. You’re sabotaging yourself.”

  “I am not.”

  “Dude, there were red flags left and right about that night. You are so self-absorbed, you didn’t even realize you were fucking the girl you used to babysit. Maybe you need to reevaluate your life and stop obsessing over what we did.”

  Who the hell does she think she is? “You were wearing a wig!”

  “A wig doesn’t change my face.”

  “I was drunk!” I yell back, and then I point at her. “And if there were red flags, why was my cock in your mouth, then? You weren’t pushing me away. Better yet, you were pulling me in. You sure as hell didn’t leave afterward. You stayed and fucked me all night. You wanted me. Don’t deny it.”

  “I wanted to fuck, and you were there.”

  “You could have fucked anyone, and you chose me.”

  She shrugs so nonchalantly. “I mean, you ain’t ugly.”

  Do not be turned on by that country charm. Too late. Unable to come up with anything else, I yell, “You’re lying!”

  She presses her lips together, her sparkling blue eyes burning into mine. The hall seems smaller than it is. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like she is taking up all the space in the room, all the air. She’s maybe five-five; she’s little yet a huge presence at the same time. She holds her hands out. “What do you want? Want me to promise not to tell my mommy and daddy? Don’t know if you know this, but I’m an adult. I fuck who I want, and I do it without telling my parents.”

  She gives me a tight little condescending grin, and I glare down at her. “Good to know.”

  “Sure is. Maybe try it,” she tosses at me as she pushes off the wall.

  “Don’t worry about me,” I sneer, glaring at her.

  “Never do.” And somehow, she’s right there.

  “Fine,” I throw at her sharply.

  “Fine,” she throws back with just as much sass.

  But neither of us moves. My eyes are held hostage by hers as we both breathe in and out hard and fast. She’s so freaking pretty, it’s annoying. I want to yell at her for being so defiant, but then I want to kiss the hell out of her too. Her lips part and, of course, take my attention. When she licks them, I go hard—everywhere. I am burning all over with anger, and I’m unsure if it’s really my anger or my need for her. I have never been accused of not satisfying my partner in bed, and it drives me crazy that she is claiming I didn’t. I made her come so many times, I can’t even count.

  “You loved it with me.”

  She snorts. “You’re delusional. But don’t worry, Aiden, I won’t tell anyone. I’m just as embarrassed I slept with you as you are about sleeping with me. So, have a good life.”

  I can’t admit to her that I’m not embarrassed at all, and I shouldn’t be as upset as I am that she’s embarrassed to have slept with me. I’m a fucking great lay. So I go on the defensive. “Oh, I plan on it.”

  “Good for you,” she says offhandedly. “Maybe you should plan to ID your next fuck too? Do you need rubbers? I can send some over.”

  I swear the space between us is on fire. For such a little thing, she is setting me aflame. “You’re pretty obsessed with my sex life. Want a repeat?”

  “Repeat that disappointment?” She smirks. “Please. I’m good.”

  “You’re so full of it. You were screaming my name.”

  “Well, since it was the only name that was known at the time, I figured, what choice did I have? Didn’t want you to forget it too.”

  “Wow, you got a smart fucking mouth.” A beautiful, sexy, smart mouth, but no need to tell her that.

  The most cunning grin spreads across her pouty lips before she shrugs and says ever so calmly, “Yeah, well, you’re a jackass. So, go fuck yourself very much.”

  She then flips me off with both hands before kicking the door open and heading through it.

  “Real fucking ladylike. Your mom would be so proud!” I yell as the door shuts with a thud. I cover my face with my hands and shout out in annoyance, “Damn it!”

  One thing I can’t deny is that she frustrates the ever-living fuck out of me. She may also turn me on beyond belief. I’m so hard, I can’t even see straight. Yeah, I must stay away from her. But hell if I don’t want to prove her completely wrong and make her scream my name. Then I’ll scream her name, over and over again. Jesus, this has the potential to get complicated. Thankfully, I am a grown man who can control himself just fine arou