My job is priority number one and my personal life – as a single woman – is a close second. I don't want to sacrifice any of that time on a relationship and there's really not enough left over to squeeze in anything steady."
"I'm right there with you."
"But I like sex."
"Good. Have it with me." His smile was an erotic invitation.
I shoved his shoulder. "I need a personal connection with the men I sleep with. It doesn't have to be intense or deep, but sex needs to be more than an emotionless transaction for me."
"Why?"
I could tell he wasn't being flippant. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, James was taking it seriously.
"Call it one of my quirks, and I'm not saying that lightly. It pisses me off to feel used for sex. I feel devalued."
"Can't you look at it as you using me for sex?"
"Not with you." He was too forceful, too demanding.
