“I’ve more than enough testosterone to deal with, having you glued to my hip on a daily basis, Carrero. And no. I don’t ever see you taking that hat off and being happy with only one woman to keep your interest.” I’m trying to keep my focus on my food as my cheeks warm up, I’m not comfortable with this ever-probing fascination with my lack of boyfriend. It makes me squirm in my seat.
“Emma?” he looks at me pointedly, that hint of serious coming through the boyish charm.
“Even women have needs.”
Do they?
I think sourly. I’m pretty sure I’ve never needed to go there. I tried it when I was young; non-serious boyfriends and the pressure of other kids doing it. I didn’t like it much and it only left a nasty taste in my mouth.
“You would know, of course, being one hundred percent hot-bloode
