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weakness of mine,” she admitted, sitting next to him. “But with my dominant genes, any child of mine will have brown eyes.”
    He tapped a profile.
    “How do you know this guy really has blue eyes? Or that he’s as smart as he claims? All these responses could be lies.”
    She shrugged.
    “Like you’ve never lied to a pretty girl to get her into bed?”
    He winced. “I was young and horny. Selfish. I wouldn’t do that now.”
    He shut the folder.
    “No?”
    “No.”
    He set the folder on her coffee table.
    “I’m much more experienced now. I don’t need lies when the truth will work.”
    “Truth? Like what?”
    Her heart skipped a beat.
    “I don’t understand why you would choose having kids over having a relationship.”
    “I’m not choosing one over the other.”
    “Kids are a drag. They’ll ruin a good relationship.”
    “Sounds like a weak relationship if it can be ruined so easily,” she countered.
    “Have you seen mothers in public? They let themselves go.”
    “Nobody stays young and pretty forever, Tom. Are you going to be one of those dirty old men chasing after twenty year olds?”
    He laughed, shaking his head in denial.
    “I’m not interested in insecure twenty-year-olds.”
    “No? What kind of woman are you interested in?”
    He lifted her and settled her on his lap. One hand splayed against her back while the other settled on her thigh. His fingers inched up her thigh, seeking her heat.
    She held her breath, waiting for his touch.
    Featherlight caresses made her squirm against him. The hard length of him pressed against her intimately.
    A soft groan escaped his lips and his fingers grew bolder.
    The rough fabric of her jeans grazed against her nub, setting her body ablaze. Her hips moved on their own, bucking against his fingers, sliding back and forth.
    Storm clouds swirled in his eyes, pulling her into a tempest.
    And yet her fire raged on, burning hotter and brighter until she feared it would consume her.
    As if by magic, her buttons were undone. Rough fingers trailed along her breasts. Her nipples felt tight, her breasts heavy and aching. She needed them to be free.
    Ding-Dong.
    She groaned with frustration.
    “Ignore it. They’ll go away,” he whispered, his stubble grazing against her cheek. The deep gravelly sound of his voice unleashed something inside her. She fought the urge to pull down her bra and force her breast into his mouth.
    “Anjali?”
    “Oh, no!” she whispered, clinging to him. “It’s my sister.”
    She shoved his hands away and leaped to her feet.
    Ding-Dong.
    “You-You have to go!”
    Grabbing his hands, she pulled. He didn’t budge.
    “Tommy, please!”
    “But I was having so much fun—”
    “Tommy!”
    “I want to meet your sister.”
    “Anjali!” her sister shouted .
    “She’s worse than Mikey.”
    He finally relented and allowed her to pull him to his feet.
    “Out the back door!”
    She shoved him to the back of her house. She yanked open the door. He turned and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. His mouth latched on to her neck.
    She stifled a groan, cursing her weakness.
    “I’m not leaving until you promise to see me again.”
    “Yes. Now go.” She shoved at his chest.
    Ding-Dong.
    “Don’t forget to button your shirt,” he said with a satisfied smirk.
    Cheeks red, she slammed the door shut and raced to the front door. She buttoned her blouse and took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
    Before her sister could pound on her door, she whipped it open.
    Nandini’s warm smile faltered.
    “What took you so long to answer? I was beginning to worry.”
    “Sorry Jiji.”
    She opened the door and stepped aside.
    Jiji gave her a peck on the cheek. She sniffed.
    “Have you changed your perfume? You smell different.”
    A guilty flush colored her cheeks.
    “Where are the kids?”
    “With Ma. I wanted to talk to you,” Jiji said.
    “Sure. Come in.”
    She closed the door and followed Jiji into her living