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“My name is…”

“Arrrg!”

“Clara.”

Xavier blinked. His anger slowly dissipated. “Fine,” he barked. “Can we get to the good bits now?”

“Almost.”

He swore under his breath.

“First we must get your mind in synchronicity with mine.”

He sighed, resigned. It had taken imaginary Clara fifteen minutes to recall her name. At the rate she moved, he might get some of her imaginary pussy before his hair went silver and all the teeth rotted out of his mouth. “Fine.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Just get on with it.”

“Okay.” She delicately cleared her throat. “What is your favorite season?”

That was easy. “Winter.”

“Your sexual preference?”

“Woman.”

“Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

He frowned. “Any what?”

She cleared her throat again. Odd, but he found it rather sexy when imaginary Clara cleared her imaginary throat.

“Never mind,” she demurred. “What is your favorite sexual fantasy?”

“I thought you were supposed to know that.”

“I’m not working properly today.”

“There’s a shock.”

She huffed. He smiled.

“You’re being mean again, sir.”

“I’m always mean.”

“I’m about to not have sex with you.”

He went back to seizing his hair by the roots. “My favorite sexual fantasy,” he gritted out, obliging her, “is a woman lying down on the bed with her legs spread wide open.”

“That’s not very inventive.”