He wished she hadn’t mentioned sex. But now that she had, he couldn’t leave it alone. “You want sex?” He was pleased his voice sounded normal.

She shrugged, the movement raising her breasts beneath her T-shirt. At least she was wearing a bra, though he could still make out her nipples beneath the thin material.

“I hadn’t really thought about it except as a means to an end. But I guess so. I’m a normal woman, after all, and you’re….”

“I’m?”

“Well, I suppose you’re good-looking and you’ve been around.”

“I think I’ve just been insulted.”

She grinned. “I didn’t mean to, but you’re my friend. I never thought about you like that. And then you kissed me and suddenly…” She shrugged, and he held his breath. “And suddenly I did.”

And his dick just got a whole lot harder.

“But don’t worry about it,” she continued. “It’s not your problem.” She pursed her lips. “Hey, maybe I’ll get a vibrator.”

He’d been about to swallow. Now he spurted champagne across the table. “Sorry,” he muttered as his mind flooded with a deluge of totally inappropriate images. She obviously had no clue of the effect she had on him. He wondered if anyone would notice if he poured the rest of the champagne in his lap.

Maybe he’d buy her a vibrator. Then he could fantasize… Damn, he was one sick bastard.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked.

Her pizza was finished. He’d barely touched his. He wasn’t hungry, at least not for food. “Help yourself,” he said.

She picked up another slice. “I suppose if we decide to go ahead with this baby, then we’ll have to have sex. You’re just going to have to close your eyes and think of England.”

He cleared his throat. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of artificial insemination.”

And the half-eaten slice of pizza dropped from her fingers.