“Are you trying to sleep with me because I have a piece of you and it feeds your clear narcissistic streak, or because you can’t stand the idea that one of them might touch something that you feel you own?” “Perhaps I’m merely attracted to you, or I find you enticing.” She raised an eyebrow at him and waited. “It’s both.” He pushed his glasses up his nose with the press of a ring finger. “Both things I said, or both things you said?” Talking with him was like playing tennis. It was a game and a competition. “I’ll let you decide.”
