Don Juan had decided his plan hadn't changed; he was just going to pretend that it didn't feel cheap, or that he didn't care. It shouldn't have mattered, if all that was on offer was sex. And he was determined to keep it that way this time — nothing complicated, nothing messy. That was where it had gone off the rails before, he'd decided — he'd been expecting too much, and that was his fault, not Hudson's.

"Mine, too," he said. Someone passed close behind him and Don Juan used it as an excuse to sidle just slightly closer to Hudson, which left little doubt as to what he was implying. He took another drink of his wine. "Bit crowded," he remarked, with a glance over his shoulder. "Want to step out to the garden?"

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