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"He was jealous, cher. Peter doesn't want you, but he doesn't want you to be happy either. Not really." Lucky picked up Jacey's hand, kissed it lightly, then laid it back in her lap. "Trust me, I know these things. Unlike you, I do not lack experience." That last was uttered with a wicked tone designed to get a rise out of her.
"So I've gathered." Her gaze slid to his and he didn't trust its speculative gleam. "Maybe you can help me, after all."
"Anything. As I've proven tonight, I'm at your service."
She smiled, slow and satisfied and he had the distinct impression that he'd stepped neatly into a trap.
"That's exactly where I want you. At my service, so to speak."
He choked, spewing wine down his shirtfront. "Careful. A less astute man would have thought you meant. . ."
"That I want to sleep with you? That is what I meant."
His throat seemed to have closed completely. His lungs shut down. But the rest of his body was showing remarkable signs of interest.
"It'd be the perfect solution, don't you see?" She turned to face him on the couch, her expression earnest. "If even a fraction of what I've heard of your reputation is true, I'm bound to pick up some skills during our time together. There's no worry about sticky entanglements, because once it's over we'd still be friends. It's really the perfect set-up."
He was beginning to feel hunted. And tempted. Mon Dieu, was he tempted. He'd never been overburdened with much of a conscience, but he had enough to know he'd never forgive himself if he agreed to her outrageous suggestion. "It isn't a good idea for friends to get involved."
"So you prefer to go to bed with people you don't like? Really?" Her tone was surprised.
"Oui. I mean, no." Abruptly he lost his train of thought. He could feel her breath on his lips, the sweetness its own kind of enticement. What was the harm of one kiss, after all? It might be just the thing to bring her to her senses. Oui, she would be so shocked at crossing this line that she would see her suggestion for what it was. A foolish idea. His lips brushed hers, whisper soft. Insane, even.
Insanity had never been so exhilarating.
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