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you” actually meant “I’m fucking everything in a skirt”. But last night, whether foolishness or fantasy, she’d believed every word Danny spoke. Which was why his current message was more than a little scary.
    Assuming he had been truthful, somehow between then and now he had taken his idea that she was a woman with a closeted kink factor and implemented a plan. A strategy that would prove his point. Which was what he was best at, if his sister’s high praise and his corporate track record were any indication.
    Ready to come. Yeah. She wasn’t likely to forget that part anytime soon. In fact, memories of his arousing touch had haunted her dreams, torturing her throughout the night. She’d tossed, she’d turned, she’d reached for her favorite vibrator only to turn it off five seconds later when it was more than obvious she wanted a man—one specific man—and not a machine.
    Six people watching them make love. Or fuck. Maybe it was just fucking when you had an audience. A little shiver ran through her body, discomfiting her more. She wasn’t sure if the thought was appalling or arousing. She sighed and looked at the phone again. Her thumb hovered over the OK button, ready to bring up the screen that would allow her to reply. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. In the end she simply closed the phone and tried to figure out what to do next.
    * * * * *
    “Why hasn’t she gotten back to me?” The last word came out on a grunt as Daniel planted his feet in the sand and set the ball for a perfect spike by Zac .
    “Because you’re an idiot. Point!” Zac said, trotting over to give Daniel a very high five.
    “Could you two can the coffee-klatch shit?” The taller of their two-on-two opponents, both corporate attorneys, glared.
    “Yeah. It’s fuckin ’ distracting,” the other player said. Daniel caught the ball that was forcibly thrown at his chest and headed for the back right corner of the court.
    “Suck it up, assholes,” Zac said. “Twenty, serving eighteen. Hope you two are ready to go down.”
    “Yeah,” one attorney said, chuckling. “Wanna give us your mystery woman’s number, Marsh? Sounds like it doesn’t take a whole lot of convincing to have her offering up a taste or two.”
    Daniel tossed the ball into the air and connected to it with a force that sent a ripple of pure pain down his arm, a pain that was quickly forgotten when the ball skimmed an inch above the net at rocket speed, completely unreturnable . It hit the man square in the solar plexus and dropped him to the ground.
    “Good game, guys. Same time next week, weather permitting?” Daniel asked with a smile. He didn’t wait for an answer. He headed toward his backpack and grabbed his water bottle. He tuned out Zac’s voice in the background, probably offering a little more trash talking.
    “That serve was a little over the top,” Zac said, walking up to his side and unzipping his soft-sided cooler. He pulled out a cold beer and tapped the rim to Daniel’s water bottle. “Now let’s talk about how you fucked up.”
    “I’m not convinced I did,” Daniel said.
    “She hasn’t texted back…so you either scared her or pissed her off. Which way you leanin ’?”
    “Not sure,” Daniel replied, stepping aside as another group of players moved toward the court.
    “I’m going with ‘scared her’, because really, dude, you finally get in her bed and the next contact you have with her is throwing out an invitation for public sex. Why would you even imagine she’d go for that?”
    “Because it’s what she wants. I know it, Zac . And I want her to see that I’m fine with that.”
    “Fine with other guys watching her writhe around? Fine with them being there for every kiss and lick and thrust? Fine with her possibly wanting them to join in? Dude, I know Larry gives you VIP status at that club, but in this instance you’re so full of shit it’s not even funny. I know you—the real you. The one that