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His smile was quizzical and sincere as he said, “Sometimes you feel more like an adversary than a….”
“Than a what?”
“Than a girlfriend, a partner.”
I thought about that for a moment, let it roll around in my head, realized—given what I knew about Alex’s past—it made quite a lot of sense.
“With a girlfriend you’d need to give away some of your control. But with an adversary, it’s all about control.”
“Don’t.” His voice was a growl, and held more than a hint of warning.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t start psychoanalyzing me.”
“I’m not.” I sighed, rubbed my forehead, and removed myself from his lap. I sat down heavily on the couch. “I’m just trying to figure out how to get in your pants without asking you any direct questions.
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