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slight Cajun accent, too, local and very sexy. He unzipped his hoodie, shrugged it o<br />
and whipped it across the oor to get a better look at his injured elbow. He was<br />
oblivious of the fact that he was revealing a boxer’s torso under his white tank top, with<br />
intricate tattoos covering his arms and shoulders.<br />
“That’s going to be a really nice bruise tomorrow morning,” he said, standing next to<br />
me.<br />
He wasn’t tall, but his sexy brutishness gave him incredible presence. After he shook<br />
off the last vestiges of pain, he stretched backwards, taking me in.<br />
“Wow. You’re really pretty,” he said.<br />
“I … think we have a first-aid kit or something around here.”<br />
As I walked past him towards the oce, he grabbed me by the elbow and gently<br />
tugged me close to him.<br />
“So? Will you?”<br />
“Will I what?” I asked. Hazel. The eyes were definitely hazel.<br />
“Will you do this Step with me?”<br />
“That’s not how you’re supposed to say it.”<br />
“Damn,” he said, racking his brain.<br />
He was so cute, but not too swift, this one, which I suppose didn’t matter.<br />
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘Will you accept the Step?’ ”<br />
“Right. Will you accept the Step?”<br />
“Here? Now? With you?”<br />
“Yeah. Here. Now. With me,” he said, cocking his head, giving me a crooked smile.<br />
Despite his rough-hewn exterior, and a hairline scar on his upper lip, he had the whitest<br />
teeth I’d ever seen. “Are you going to make me beg?” he added. “Okay, then. Pretty<br />
please?”<br />
I was enjoying this. A lot. And decided to play it out a little longer. “What are you<br />
going to do to me?”<br />
“I know this one,” he said. “I’m going to do everything you want, nothing you don’t.”<br />
“Good answer.”<br />
“See? I don’t totally suck.” So sweet and so sexy. “So? Will you accept the Step?”<br />
“Which one is it?”<br />
“Uh … three, I think. Trust?”<br />
“Right,” I said, surveying the damage in the kitchen. “You come in here just as I’m<br />
closing and wreak the kind of havoc that’s going to keep me here after hours cleaning<br />
up.” I put my hands on my hips and squinted at him as though I had to really think<br />
about my choice. This was too much fun. “And do you really think you’re in any shape<br />
to—”<br />
“I don’t get it. Are you saying you don’t accept the Step?” He winced as though in real<br />
pain. “Fuck, I screwed up.”<br />
After a good, long pause, I said, “Nah. I’ll … accept the Step.”<br />
“Wooo!” he said, clapping his hands hard, which sent me giggling. “I won’t let you<br />
down, Cassie,” he said, icking o the uorescent overheads, leaving us lit only by the<br />
warm glow of the streetlights streaming in through the kitchen cutout. He took a step