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I gasp in mock horror. “Seriously? How have you survived almost three decades on this earth and not seenTitanic?”

Cormac shrugs as he takes another bite of steak. “It’s really not that big a deal.”

“Oh, it is. Do you have any idea how many pop culture references you’re missing out on?”

“TheTitanicis not a pop culture reference. It was a significant event in history.”

I scoff. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, grandpa.”

“What did you just call me?”

I ignore him. “I can’t even argue with you over whether there was room for Jack on the door because you have no idea what I’m talking about!”

“How will I survive?” Cormac mutters under his breath.

“You’re lucky we’re not floating on a piece of wood in the middle of the Pacific Ocean right now.”

“Actually, the Titanic sank in the North Atlantic Ocean.”

I glare at Cormac across the table, but he only smirks back at me.

“Clearly, the movie failed at teaching you something.”

“It taught me that poor men make better gentlemen than rich men.”

“Now that part has me intrigued. Maybe we should use this dinner to test that theory and then watch the film tonight to compare our findings.”

Tonight? He plans on extending the date past dinner?

I’m treading a very dangerous line, but that only makes this night more exciting.

I try to hide my smile by shoving a forkful of risotto into my mouth. “I think we should.”

Chapter Eighteen

FIONA

I don’t askany questions as Cormac drives over toward Central Park West. Not even when he pulls into a private underground garage. It is filled with a dozen or more cars, each of costs more than my new salary. Even when we ride the elevator up to the penthouse, I keep quiet.

My body is so alive with nervous energy that even if I did open my mouth, I’m not sure I would be able to form any words because Cormac Sullivan is bringing me back to his apartment.

The doors slide open, and he steps aside to let me out first.

I try my best to hide my shock as I take a look around.

The decor is sleek and monochromatic, which doesn’t surprise me.

Cormac doesn’t exactly scream ‘warm and fuzzy’.

But the real showstopper is the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks out over the city skyline.

I start walking over to them so I can properly take in the view, but it seems Cormac has other plans.

“Take off your dress.”

I spin around at Cormac’s command.

He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, looking just as cool and collected as ever.