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  “I didn't mean it that way,” I said and sighed. “You're right. We do need to talk. I think that's the problem we're having. We've spent almost a month together and the only things we've really talked about since the first night we met were the terms of our contract. This is a business deal, but we can't treat each other like strangers.” I ignored the way my stomach twisted a bit. I definitely didn't want her to be a stranger. “We need to sit down and discuss things for real. Uninterrupted and not rushed.”

  “What are you proposing?” she asked.

  “Well.” I stuck my hands in my pockets. “We need to talk and we should also keep up appearances for all those little spies my dad has out there, so I think we should go on a date.”

  “A date?” She crossed her arms, frowning at me.

  “Not a romantic date,” I said. I couldn't deny that I wanted it to be one. I wanted to go out with her… eat, drink dance, the public foreplay that ended with us falling into bed. My dick twitched and I gave it a mental slap down. One step at a time. “Just a meal eaten together in public at a quiet place where we could talk. Get to know each other. Set the boundaries we need to make this thing work.”

  She studied me for a moment, her eyes narrow and searching. Finally, she nodded. “Very well. When?”

  “Friday night,” I said promptly. “Unless you had other plans?”

  “No,” she said with a shake of her head. “No other plans. We will go out Friday night.” She turned to walk away.

  “Hey,” I called after her. She stopped and looked back at me. I didn't want to ask the question, but not knowing was worse. “Were you out on a date tonight?”

  She seemed to consider the question before answering. “I went to Frankie's to have a drink.”

  She didn't offer a more lengthy explanation and I didn't ask for one. This time, when she went, I let her go. I didn't think she was being completely honest, but as she'd pointed out, I really didn't have the right to ask.

  On Friday, I planned to find out exactly what I could ask. And, hopefully, I could figure out what was going on with her so we could move past it. The thought of her sleeping right down the hall when I wanted her so badly was driving me nuts.

  I needed a cold shower.

  Chapter 8

  Blayne

  I worked my ass off for the next two days, even working over on Thursday so I'd be too exhausted to be plagued with dreams like I’d been Wednesday night. Today, I hadn't done that, but I had spent the day working like crazy so I wouldn't think about the possibilities of tonight. It had helped, but I'd still occasionally found myself wondering what the evening held for me.

  Leaving for a date from the same apartment was a bit more awkward than meeting at a restaurant, or at least it was in this situation. I didn't have the usual prep time between getting ready and seeing my date for the first time. That was the time I generally ran through possible compliments and small talk I could use to kill time until we got around to the fun activities at the end of the night. Not that I usually did the whole ‘meeting for a date’ thing, but it had happened on occasion.

  Tonight, however, when I stepped out of my bedroom in a pair of dressy jeans and a fitted long-sleeved shirt, Livie was already in the living room, waiting. She looked nice in her jeans and sweater, both of which showed off her figure, but it wasn't anything close to how she'd looked the night we'd slept together or even the way she'd looked the other night when she'd gotten back from the bar. Then, she'd been sexy, had been trying to be sexy. Tonight, she was gorgeous, but it almost seemed like she was still trying to appear professional rather than a woman casually going out with her husband. Fortunately, it fit her personality so it shouldn’t make my dad too suspicious.

  “Shall we?” I asked, gesturing toward the door. She gave me a partial smile and we headed out.

  I wasn't planning on drinking anything more than a glass of wine so I drove to the restaurant. We didn't talk during the ride, but I had some nice music playing, so it wasn't too quiet or awkward. I didn't mind the silence either because I wanted to wait until we were sitting down to eat before we started to talk. If we got into things now and started arguing or it went badly, we wouldn't get in to eat and I was hungry. Plus, I figured Livie was such a straight-laced person, she would die rather than make a scene in public.

  I chose a nice little Mexican place where I knew the hostess and she took us through the crowded front to a quieter booth in the back. Livie and I chatted food until we ordered, but I found myself studying her every response, each little nuance of movement and word. I didn't understand this woman, how her mind or her emotions worked. She was the only woman I'd ever met that I couldn't figure out Tonight, I was determined to at least begin to understand why she ran so hot and cold with me.

  “You said you wished for us to talk?” she asked as the waitress walked away. Her tone was brisk, professional. Too polite.

  I shook my head. I wasn't going to go straight out. Not yet anyway. I needed a better idea of how to approach things with her.

  “Not about anything specific,” I said, trying to appeal casual. “Not yet. If this is going to convince my family, I think we need to know a bit more about each other.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “You do not wish to discuss what explanations we owe each other? What things we need to tell each other?”

  I shrugged. So much for avoiding the elephant in the room. “Maybe we keep that simple. Our affairs are discreet. Very discreet. If we're going out to hook-up, we let the other one know, just so there's no misunderstanding. We either tell the other one we're going out or leave a note. That way we keep our stories straight and we’ll also know the other one's okay.”

  She thought about it for a minute, her expression impassive. She nodded. “We needed to go out to say this?”

  “Work with me here, Liv...ie.” I had no idea why I could shorten her name sometimes and not others, but I was going to play it safe for the moment. “Let's have some regular conversation and pretend like we can stand each other's company.”

  Her features softened, as did her tone. “I enjoy your company, Blayne. Things have just been awkward since returning from Europe.”

  I steered the conversation away from why things had been awkward. Maybe we'd get there by the end of the night, but not now. “I like your company, too, Livie. And I want us to be friends. We just have to start communicating.”

  She gave me a ghost of a smile, the kind that she'd given me when we'd first met. I didn't remember much from that night, but I did remember that smile.

  “What do you wish to know?” she asked, reaching for a chip.

  “Well.” I let my voice take on a teasing note. “The last time I asked you for personal information, you were very clear about your thoughts on the matter.”

  Now I got a real smile, one that made her eyes sparkle and my stomach twist. There was none of the lust I'd seen before, but at least there was humor and warmth.

  “At the time, I thought you were simply a drunk rich kid trying to get me into bed.”

  That was still technically true, except the drunk part, but I wasn't about to admit it.

  “What question would you like to ask me?”

  “I'm not sure,” I said. “Tell me about yourself.”

  She gave me a ‘you can do better than that’ look, but humored me anyway. “My last name is not Dusek.” Her eyes took on a bit of a mischievous glint. “At least that is not the name I was born with.”

  My eyebrows went up.

  “It was Duseková,” she continued. “I wished to have a shorter, more Americanized name when I modeled and kept it when I moved here.”

  “I'm sure my parents would've loved that,” I muttered. I could only imagine what my mother would think if I'd introduced Livie with that last name. The accent had been enough to handle.

  “What else would you like to know?” she asked.

  “I know you're from the Czech Republic and you told me about your business, but I don't know anythi
ng about your childhood or your family. I've told you about mine.” I grimaced. “Probably more than you want to know.”

  Her smile faded and I instantly regretted my inquiry.

  “You don't have to–” I began.

  “It is all right,” she said. “These are the things married people should know about each other, correct?”

  I felt my pulse skip a beat. I hadn't expected a simple question about her family to be so personal. I'd expected something general about her childhood, maybe stories about holidays or vacations. Not something that would make the light in her eyes dim.

  “When I was seven years-old, a man broke into my house. He became angry when my parents could not give him the money he wanted.”

  I really regretted asking about her family now. There was no way this had a happy ending.

  “He shot my father first, then my mother when she moved to protect us.” Her voice was flat, as if she felt she could share the events, but not her feelings about them. “Our neighbor was a member of the police force and came as soon as he heard the shots. He was not in time to save my parents, but killed the man before we could be… harmed.” She looked down as the waitress put our plates in front of us. As the woman walked away, Livie continued, “We were sent to live in an orphanage as we had no other family.”

  This time, her use of pronouns registered. “We?”

  “My sister and I.” She still wasn't looking at me, her eyes fixed on her plate as she played with her food.

  “You have a sister?” Maybe she hadn't only wanted the money for her business but to bring her sister here. “If you need more of the money upfront so you can bring her to America, I'll get it for you.”

  At first her smile was warm, as if she was touched by the gesture, then it turned a little bit condescending and proud. “I made enough as a model in Europe to bring us both to the United States. I would not have left her behind. She is the only family I have.”

  I had the sudden urge to reach across the table and squeeze her hand, to reassure her that she was part of my family now. It was silly, since this wasn't a real marriage, but her story touched a place in me I seldom explored.

  Instead of touching her, I spoke, “She's younger than you?” Livie's personality was definitely more of the oldest child than the youngest. Hard-working, driven, responsible, all characteristics that she shared with my eldest brother.

  One corner of her mouth tipped up in a partial smile. “She is, though she would say that only a few minutes should not count.”

  “A few minutes?”

  “Katka and I are twins,” she said. “Identical in appearance though not in personality.” She smiled fondly. “My sister says we are mirror personalities. She is a free spirit, such a handful as a child, but I am thankful for her joy.”

  She continued on a bit, talking more about how she and her sister were alike but also different. I wasn't hearing her exact words though. My ears were filled with a buzzing noise as all of the pieces clicked into place.

  The way her personality seemed to change.

  Her voracious sexual appetite.

  Her pushing me away.

  The lack of acknowledgement or memory of our sexual encounters.

  Livie hadn't been denying what had happened because of embarrassment or morning-after regrets. She honestly hadn't remembered because nothing had happened between us.

  I hadn't slept with Livie.

  I'd slept with Katka.

  I'd had sex with my wife's twin sister.

  I was so beyond fucked.

  The End

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