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intimately.
That was amazing, Blake.
I agree, darling. No one can disagree with our compatibility in
bed.
Avery sighed. I d like to think we have more than compatibility
in bed, Blake.
Yeah, sure. Of course.
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That sounded really sincere, Avery said, disappointed that
Blake wasn t more enthusiastic. Avery felt as though she was the only
one of them who felt more than just sexual feelings towards the other.
Look, Blake, if you are just in this for the sex, then let me know,
please, so I know what the expectations are. But I have to be honest, I
thought we were building something here.
What s the problem, Avery? We are, and I don t think of our
relationship as only about sex. But I don t know what you expect
from me. You can t expect something to develop overnight.
I know that, Blake, but it wasn t long ago we were talking about
getting to know each other outside the bedroom, and you were all for
it. Now you are back to talking about how good we are in bed. Why
the switch? Maybe there is something there for Leslie Preston?
I can t believe you would bring her into this conversation. How
could you think I d be attracted to her or let her influence what we are
building?
How could I not? You ve pulled back, and it just so happens to
coincide with her coming on to you? I m not stupid, Blake, nor am I
blind.
Blake stared at Avery. Are you actually accusing me of being
attracted to this girl? Even after I have told you I m not?
Why else would you schedule a private tutoring session with her
when you would have suggested any other student visit the writing
center?
Blake ran his hands through his hair. I don t know, Avery.
Maybe because I let her flatter my teaching ego. Is that a crime?
That s an easy answer, Blake.
Blake got out of bed and got dressed. Look, we aren t going to
get anywhere with this. I m not attracted to Leslie Preston. Believe
me, don t believe me that s up to you. I d like to continue with this
relationship, with you that is, but I guess that s up to you now.
Of course it is. You ve just given yourself an exit. Put it all on
me, and you can wipe your hands free of this, can t you?
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Avery, did you not just hear me? I want you. You decide if you
want me.
With that, Blake stormed out of Avery s bedroom and out of her
house. She listened to him start his car and peel out of her driveway.
She flung herself back onto the pillows.
As tears fell from her eyes, she said, I know you want me, Blake,
but you ve never said if you love me. She rolled over, knowing that
she had fallen in love with a man that had not returned her love and
now he may never.
* * * *
Leslie Preston knocked on Blake s door then smoothed her short
skirt while she waited for him to answer. Her low-cut, V-necked top
was a size too small and clung to her breasts, her taut nipples
revealing she wore no bra. Blake answered the door and caught his
breath as he couldn t help but look her over. She was undoubtedly a
very attractive young woman. Maybe he did agree to this tutoring
session because he was attracted to her. Could Avery be right? Blake
let Leslie in and showed her to the couch and suggested she put her
books on the coffee table. He asked her if she d like a drink, Leslie
reminded him she wasn t twenty-one yet and asked for a Diet Coke.
He sat down beside her and asked to see the essay she was currently
working on. She leaned over to pull it out of her folder, revealing her
full, creamy white breasts, and Blake found it difficult to breathe. He
picked up his beer and downed the rest of it.
Need another? he asked.
Leslie laughed. I m barely through my first one.
Suit yourself. I m going to grab myself another.
He jumped up from the couch and almost ran to the kitchen for
another beer. When he returned, Leslie had her essay on her lap, ready
to go. Blake inwardly groaned at the location of her essay.
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He cleared his throat. Maybe you should put your essay on the
table. It will give us something to write on.
Okay, Leslie said.
She set the essay on the table and leaned against the table with her
pen in hand. Blake rolled his eyes as this wasn t much better. Her
skirt pulled up, revealing more thigh, and he could once again see
down her shirt.
Blake took another swig of beer, shook his head to try to clear his
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