“So the only thing that matters is this: What do you want? I can take you back to the office, or home if you’d rather. Or you can come back to my place, where you can drink hot chocolate in a fluffy blanket, and cry about your ex some more. Or…” “Or?” “We can have the kind of sex you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” “I find people who boast about their prowess really hot.” But she only grinned. “That’s not a boast, poppet. It’s an amuse bouche.”
