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you?”
    I laughed, “That
display in the kitchen, pegged you. You could try not to drag me into your
perversions and overly fluffed ego, and I might not think so little of you.”
    He walked into my
bedroom and sat backwards in the chair at my desk. He sipped his beer.
    I had to force my eyes
not to even try to peek at his boxers in the moonlight, “This is a bad idea.”
    He frowned, “What is?”
    I pointed at him, “Me
and you living together. A single guy and a single girl cannot be roommates and
friends. I’m pretty sure Harvard has done studies on this.”
    He leaned forward,
“Can’t keep it in your pants, princess?”
    I sipped my lemonade,
“Oh, I can.”
    He grinned, “Wanna
make a wager on it?”
    My gaze narrowed,
“What kind?”
    “The kind where
whoever gives in to the obvious attraction between us, moves out.”
    I laughed, “Done.
Deal. Sold. You want to start packing now or wait till it’s light out.”
    He chuckled, taking
the last of the beer in a huge gulp, “You underestimate me.”
    I shook my head, “I’m
a grad student in law school. I have a 4.0 GPA and have only ever dated three
guys in my life. I don’t drink much, never do drugs, don’t smoke, and eat
clean, except when celebrities buy me lunch.” I leaned towards him, drank the
last of my lemonade and passed him the bottle, “I am the queen of
self-control.”
    He swung his leg off
the chair, moving fluidly to the floor and knelt in front of my bed. He grabbed
my calves, dragging me down the bed so he was between my thighs. His eyes bore
down on me as he licked his lips. He leaned forward like he might kiss me and
whispered, “But the thing you’re forgetting is that I can have any girl I want,
any time I want, any place I want. You, on the other hand, will be getting
arthritis in your right hand from all the daydreaming you’re gonna do about me,
while reading your books.” He winked and released me. I didn’t even realize my
hands were digging into his round shoulders, instead of pushing him away. He
laughed and left the room, again rising in a fluid motion.
    I swallowed and made
the weird sound again, “Wait.”
    He popped back into
the doorway, “Yes?”
    “The deal needs to be
stricter then. No sex for either of us… with anyone.”
    He looked down on me,
“Including the Brothers of County Claire?”
    I nodded.
    He put a massive hand
out. I hesitantly took it. My stomach ached from the thought of touching him.
The air was too heavy. His body was too naked and mine was too horny.
    He shook both our
hands and then just stayed there like that, holding my hand.
    “No sex, no
masturbation, and no getting someone else to give you an orgasm?” he asked.
    I frowned, “Ewww.”
    He laughed but it
wasn’t the amused one from earlier. It was tense like he might lie down on top
of me any second. I hoped he would. I would get the nearly-pulsating orgasm that was sitting there about to happen from his touch. I honestly was probably about ten strokes away with my vibrator. I smiled imagining it, I would cum and he would get the
boot for making the first move.
    He looked like he was
struggling with something and then let go of my hand. He pointed at me, “It’s
on.”
    I nodded, “Great.”
    “Good.”
    “Fine.”
    “Excellent.”
    All I could do was
pray that Tom and Leslie came up with something before school started Monday. I
didn’t need a distraction of this size.

Chapter Four
    Kiss my Brazilian butt

 
    I was curled up in the
living room with Jane Austen’s Persuasion. Nothing cured my inability to
control myself like Austen. Except suddenly, I was seeing so much more sexual
tension than I ever had. I wasn’t sure if it was really there, or if I was so
strung out, that I was putting it in the story.
    “Reading again?”
    I glanced up at him as
he stalked into the room in body-hugging jeans and a tight tee shirt.
    He sat with his legs
wide, “Gerry said you’re coming tonight.”
    I nodded, “Yup.