We sat at the table together, the fire burning in the hearth because Gerard had started it before he left. She had her dinner, a homemade margherita pizza with a salad and a side of bread from Chez Georges—my favorite bread.I didn’t have an appetite after that steak, so I drank the wine Gerard had brought.She was in my t-shirt and her panties, eating her dinner like nothing had happened during our lovemaking. That was her playbook, a step forward and then five back, but I let it go because as much as she wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, it did happen.But I let her have her way, played along with her game, didn’t give that arrogant smirk I was so desperate to show. There’d never been a woman I couldn’t have, and I usually had the opposite problem, where they wanted me and I wanted them to leave. This was new territory, and I treated it like a chess game, moving my pawns across the board as I protected my queen—and tried to take her king.I sat there in my sweatpants and answered
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