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things myself,” he muttered.
    “I’m guessing the ‘I want to fuck you’ approach has a high success rate for you.”
    Gideon’s face smoothed into unreadable impassivity. “I’m not touching that one, Eva.”
    “Okay. You want to figure out what it’s going to take to get me into bed. Is that why you’re here in this club right now? Because of me? And don’t say what you think I want to hear.”
    His gaze was clear and steady. “I’m here for you, yes. I arranged it.”
    Suddenly the threads the street hawker had been wearing made sense. We’d been hustled by someone on Cross Industries’s payroll. “Did you figure that getting me here would get you laid?”
    His mouth twitched with suppressed amusement. “There’s always the hope, but I expected it would take more work than a chance meeting over drinks.”
    “You’re right. So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch?”
    “Because you’re out trolling. I can’t do anything about B.O.B., but I can stop you from picking up some asshole in a bar. You want to score, Eva, I’m right here.”
    “I’m not trolling. I’m burning off tension after a stressful day.”
    “You’re not the only one.” He fingered one of my silver chandelier earrings. “So you drink and dance when you’re tense. I work on the problem that’s making me tense in the first place.”
    His voice had softened, and it stirred an alarming yearning. “Is that what I am? A problem?”
    “Absolutely.” But there was a hint of a smile around his lips.
    I knew that was a lot of the appeal for him. Gideon Cross wouldn’t be where he was, at such a young age, if he took “no” gracefully. “What’s your definition of dating?”
    A frown marred the space between his brows. “Lengthy social time spent with a woman during which we’re not actively fucking.”
    “Don’t you enjoy the company of women?”
    The frown turned into a scowl. “Sure, as long as there aren’t any exaggerated expectations or excessive demands on my time. I’ve found the best way to steer clear of those is to have mutually exclusive sexual relationships and friendships.”
    There were those pesky “exaggerated expectations” again. Clearly, those were a sticking point with him. “So, you do have female friends?”
    “Of course.” His legs tightened around mine, capturing me. “Where are you going with this?”
    “You segregate sex from the rest of your life. You separate it from friendship, work…everything.”
    “I’ve got good reasons for doing that.”
    “I’m sure you do. Okay, here are my thoughts.” It was difficult concentrating when I was so close to Gideon. “I told you I don’t want to date and I don’t. My job is priority number one and my personal life—as a single woman—is a close second. I don’t want to sacrifice any of that time on a relationship and there’s really not enough left over to squeeze in anything steady.”
    “I’m right there with you.”
    “But I like sex.”
    “Good. Have it with me.” His smile was an erotic invitation.
    I shoved his shoulder. “I need a personal connection with the men I sleep with. It doesn’t have to be intense or deep, but sex needs to be more than an emotionless transaction for me.”
    “Why?”
    I could tell he wasn’t being flippant. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, Gideon was taking it seriously. “Call it one of my quirks, and I’m not saying that lightly. It pisses me off to feel used for sex. I feel devalued.”
    “Can’t you look at it as
you
using
me
for sex?”
    “Not with you.” He was too forceful, too demanding.
    A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes as I bared my weakness for him.
    “Besides,” I went on quickly, “that’s semantics. I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand.”
    “Okay.”
    “Okay? You said that really quickly considering I’m telling you I need to combine two things you work so hard to avoid putting