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This is insane. I’m insane.
Rebecca tried not to look at the man who sat in the passenger seat of her small Volvo. He was naked as the day he was born, except for her spare coat, which she’d had him wrap around his waist before they’d gotten to the car. He seemed unashamed of his nudity, and every time he caught her looking, he just laughed.
And it was such a nice laugh too. Rich, dark, full of erotic promises. The men she’d dated didn’t laugh like that, like they were thinking about how you would taste and then chuckling when you squirmed as they licked you until you screamed their name. Those were just the men in her fantasies. And yet he acted as if he was going to…
She needed to distract herself fast.
“What’s your name?”
“Apologies. My unusual situation is no excuse for poor ma
