© L. Rosario
“I’ll let you go after you tell me why your friends dragged you here. You aren’t getting married, so what is it then? A bad break up? A bad husband?” He glanced at her left ring finger, but there wasn’t a ring or a mark indicating there ever had been.
Her hand tightened around the doorknob, but she didn’t turn it. “I told you I’d rather not say.”
“But knowing will help me figure out how to behave around you. It might explain why you’re so
She shot a glare over her shoulder, and the fire in her eyes made her nearly irresistible. “I am not
“Yes, you are.” Most women begged to stay longer, the fact that Sera longed to flee, intrigued the hell out of him.
She let go of the knob and turned to face him. “Fine, Mr. Stubborn, I’ll tell you exactly why I’m here tonight.”
Valentino resisted the urge to hold his breath.
“I made the mistake of telling my friend that I’ve never had an orgasm during sex.”
He admired her ability to say all of that with a straight face and dead-on eye contact. “You’ve had one on your own though?”
“You said, during sex. It implies you’ve had one without sex.”
She shook her head, and the razor cut ends of her hair slapped against her jawline. “I’ve never had one, all right?”
“Of course it’s all right, and not the least bit abnormal.”
She rolled her eyes and tossed her hands in the air. “Oh my God, don’t play Dr. Ruth with me. You don’t look the part.”
Valentino grinned and held out his hand. “I’m not trying to play Dr. Ruth. Come here.”
“No,” she snapped.
He dropped his hand. “I’ll give you an orgasm, Sera, but it would be easier if you let me touch you.”
Her mouth opened and closed, and her eyes narrowed. “Does that mean you can give me one without touching me?”
“Sure.” He did his best to keep his tone casual. No telling how she would react if she realized how eager he was to touch her. “But I’d prefer the traditional way, and you would too, trust me.”