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He knew of women who weren’t particularly interested in sex but could enjoy it when in the right kind of mood. He steered clear of those, preferring the ones that genuinely enjoyed sex, who were bold and sexy and able to ask for what they needed. He wouldn’t accept that this woman wasn’t one of them.
She grimaced and propped her chin in her hand, her elbow against the table. “Yes. Because no one apparently wants to buy books without sex scenes in them.”
    He didn’t laugh but he could tell that she was waiting for him to do so. Obviously some man had ridiculed her lack of a sex drive and made her embarrassed about who she was deep inside. He felt anger at whoever had done this to her, then stopped himself. He barely knew this woman and he was getting angry on her behalf? It seemed ridiculous, but it was true, regardless. “So, write some sex scenes.”
    Lana’s mouth twisted and her shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. “I can’t.” She couldn’t even hold his gaze when she admitted that awful truth. She wished it were different, that she could simply shed her shell and come out like a butterfly, with wings, and sexuality, altered. But it was no use. Drew had told her over and over again that she was not only not interested in sex, but that she was completely inept when it came to the degrading act.
Victor’s eyebrows went up at her adamant declaration. “Why not?”
    Taking a deep breath, she spilled out the whole awful truth to this gorgeous man. “Because I hate sex,” she explained, leaning forward and almost whispering to him, as if saying it any louder would bring down the building. She even glanced to the right and left to make sure no one else had overheard her admission. Thankfully, the restaurant was still relatively empty so the tables near theirs were empty.
    Victor blinked, unable to take in the ferocity of her statement. She was simply too beautiful and sexy for that to be true. It went against the laws of nature in his mind. “Hate sex?” he chuckled. “Is that possible?”
Lana rolled her eyes, amused at his reaction rather than offended. “Of course it’s possible.”
    Victor looked at the beautiful woman and shook his head. “You’re going to have to explain that to me because I’ve never met anyone who hated sex. Some might not appreciate sex, or they might not be particularly good at it, but no one of my acquaintance actually hates it. That’s a pretty strong emotion for something so pleasurable.”
Lana laughed slightly and nodded. “Believe it. I hate sex. And if I don’t like something, I can’t write about it.”
     
“Why do you hate sex?” he asked.
    Lana shrugged and leaned back, avoiding his eyes now. “Because its boring, painful, inconvenient and messy.” She was stunned that she’d actually admitted something so personal and couldn’t keep her eyes downcast. She looked back up at him quickly, trying to judge his reaction to her bold statement.
    She watched in fascination as his eyes traveled up and down her body. When other men had done that in the past, she’d shrunk away from the look. But with Victor’s dark eyes roving over her figure, she felt something different. There was a tingling that started deep in her belly and fluttered outward. She couldn’t define it, but it wasn’t abhorrent which was a novelty.
“I think you’ve just been having sex with the wrong men.”
     
“Man,” she corrected and glanced back down at the linen tablecloth. “And I don’t doubt that you’re right but it doesn’t matter,” she stated firmly.
     
Victor looked at her askance. “You mean you’ve only had sex with one man and you’re rejecting the whole concept?”
    Lana shrugged and took another sip of her martini, really enjoying the harsh concoction now that she’d gotten used to the burning sensation it created each time she took a sip. “It was pretty bad sex.”
    “And so you’ve sworn off men forever?” “Basically.” She was starting to wish