“Were you hitting on me in the bar?” I considered my options. Lying and not get kicked in the balls by Diego, or the truth and seeing Gemma’s delicious blush deepen. “Yes.” As expected, she turned a darker shade of pink. “Why?” I gave her a look. Did she have to ask? “So,” she said curiously. “You wanted to get me into bed?” I chuckled. “I wanted to get the girl with that body into bed, not you.” Indignation flashed in her eyes. “I’m that girl. That’s my body.” Sadly, it was, which meant I’d never get to have it. “It is, but I’d never consider getting you into bed, Kitty. For one, Diego would
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