She went immediately frosty. “I don’t sleep around.”
“I don’t want you to sleep around,” he retorted. “I want you to sleep with me!”
She grabbed up her briefcase and began stuffing renderings into it. “That’s not going to happen.”
He leaned close and said softly into her ear, “No? You really have no inclination to explore this thing between us, this incredible attraction?”
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