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Oh yes. He had been flirting with her. Moisture seeped from in between her labia.
How can he affect me with just a look?
“Well, then we will just have to fix that, now won’t we?” he said.
Her breath caught in her throat while she processed his words.
“Are we still talking about working together?” she whispered.
He shook his head, placing his empty glass on the table next to him. She exhaled, knowing that relationships with clients would be frowned upon.
Hell, she was even shocked at herself that she was considering something with Shane.
They’d just met.
She studied him. He sat back on the couch, spreading his arms along the edge of it. The business tycoon was all male. The glint in his eyes was that of a predator who had his sights on his prey. He patiently waited for her to finish her assessment of him. She bit her lip, knowing that anything between them would be explosive. Her gaze made its way back to his eyes, and deep down she knew she needed a good headboard-banging, hair-pulling fucking and the man before her would give that to her.
She was absolutely sure of it.
“Let me take you to dinner.” His deep baritone broke through her erotic fantasy.
“Mr. King,” she began, but her throat constricted. She took the final gulp of her drink and leaned forward to sit the glass on table next to her. “We’ve only just met.”
“I have to know you to feed you?” His lips turned up in a crooked grin, and he ran a hand along his jaw. “Avarie, let me take you to dinner. Please.”
Oh, he was good.
He knew the secret password that would work.
Please.
Just the way he’d deepened his voice when he’d said the word let her know he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Well, I guess since we are going to be working close together, it wouldn’t hurt for us to have dinner.”
Shane escorted Avarie from the elevator to the waiting deck in the private section of the building’s garage so the valet could retrieve his car.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder.
He’d had Oliver cancel the date that was scheduled for later. Avarie was much more interesting than some faceless want-to-be model.
Deep down, he knew it was time for him to put his playboy ways to the side. He wasn’t getting any younger. It was time for him to start thinking about settling down.
He shook his head with a laugh, hearing his mother’s voice in his head saying those exact words.
“Italian?” He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, fighting the temptation of touching her soft skin. His fingers had itched to caress her face, and her plump bottom lip called to him. He tried to keep his gaze away from her lips but failed miserably.
“Hmm…my favorite.” She laughed, rubbing a hand on her abdomen.
“Great. I know the perfect place to go, and we will not have to wait in line,” he replied. He caught sight of his sleek sports car nearing them. He moved, placing a hand on the small of her back and guided her to the curb.
The valet pulled up the expensive vehicle and parked it in front of where they stood.
“Nice.” She lifted an eyebrow at him. “It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He chuckled, grabbing the door and assisting her in the car. He turned and tipped the valet.
“Have a great night, Mr. King,” the valet called out and walked to the driver’s-side door.
