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"What are you talking about?” I dumbly ask again, when it’s very clear exactly what she’s talking about.

“Come on, Charles. Don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about. We’re both adults here. Anyway, looks like someone is very happy to see me.” She tells me, smiling mischievously and glancing pointedly at a point below my waist.

It is then I glance down at myself and register the fact that I’m not wearing a stitch and my morning wood is on full display. I snatch up a nearby boxer and hurriedly put it on, ignoring Bianca’s amused laughter.

“You’re such a prude. I’ve never seen a man as self-conscious about his body as you are. There’s no need for self-consciousness, actually. You’ve got an amazing body, exactly how I like it. Come here. I need to be someplace soon.” She tells me.

“Do you make it a habit of getting into bed with people who are like brothers to you, according to your own words, especially when they are inebriated?”

“If they’re as good-looking and well-built as you