His Humour Fled As He Stood

He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. "It may be blunt, but it's honest. 

  You don't strike me as the kind of woman who wants bullshit and flattery instead of the truth."

"What I want is to be seen as having more to offer than an inflatable sex doll."

James's brows shot up. "Well, then."

"Are we done?" I stood.

Wrapping my wrist with his fingers, he pulled me back down. "Hardly. We've established some talking points: We have an intense sexual attraction and neither of us wants to date. 

So what do you want – exactly? Seduction, Emmy? Do you want to be seduced?"

I was equally fascinated and appalled by the conversation. And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. 

Still, the dismay won out. "Sex that's planned like a business transaction is a turnoff for me."