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I
swallow
,
praying
that
I
don
’
t
turn
the
same
color
as
poor
Leandra
.
“
I
told
you
,
I
want
what
you
want
.
”
I
keep
my
voice
soft
,
low
,
and
he
looks
at
me
hungrily
.
Jeez
,
my
inner
goddess
swoons
.
Am
I
up
to
this
game
?
Leandra
looks
from
me
to
him
and
back
again
.
She
’
s
practically
the
same
color
as
her
shiny
red
hair
.
“
Shall
I
give
you
folks
another
minute
to
decide
?
”
“
No
.
We
know
what
we
want
.
”
Christian
’
s
mouth
twitches
with
a
small
,
sexy
smile
.
“
We
’
ll
have
two
portions
of
the
original
buttermilk
pancakes
with
maple
syrup
and
bacon
on
the
side
,
two
glasses
of
orange
juice
,
one
black
coffee
with
skim
milk
,
and
one
English
breakfast
tea
,
if
you
have
it
,
”
says
Christian
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
me
.
“
Thank
you
,
sir
.
Will
that
be
all
?
”
Leandra
whispers
,
looking
anywhere
but
at
the
two
of
us
.
We
both
turn
to
stare
at
her
,
and
she
flushes
crimson
again
and
scuttles
away
.
“
You
know
,
it
’
s
really
not
fair
.
”
I
glance
down
at
the
Formica
tabletop
,
tracing
a
pattern
on
it
with
my
index
finger
,
trying
to
sound
nonchalant
.
“
What
’
s
not
fair
?
”
“
How
you
disarm
people
.
Women
.
Me
.
”
