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Chapter Five-3
“NO!” she snapped at him. She jerked up from the table and went to the other side of the room, to the kitchen where she found a coke in the small refrigerator. “You mean to tell me, after screwing me, you’d give it up to marry that stuffy blue-blood?” She looked at the man defiantly, her eyes like darts aimed right for the center of his. “Yes, I would,” she said. “That is if I have a relationship to retrieve after I get back.” Charlie looked at her, his dark eyes glimmering with the kind of expression that had usually seduced her. They had an effect on her even now, but it wasn’t the same as in the past. s*x was s*x. Lust was lust. Even spanking was just spanking. None of the three had anything to do with love. “I don’t love you, Charlie. I love Dale and I want to go back.” He didn’t
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