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Was he like this with every woman?
    Then she decided that it didn’t matter. He was flirting with her, and she was going to take every advantage of it. The fact that he showed an interest would make her goal that much easier to attain. She would tease him into insanity, make him long for her the way she’d always wanted him. Then, after she’d repaired his image and got him back into the realm of rock gods, she would have him. After her job was done. She’d better keep reminding herself of that.
    Still, the fact that he showed such a strong interest—as evidenced by the clear outline of his thickening cock against the line of his pants—thrilled her to the core.
    It was all she could do not to touch him in the elevator. Nate dominated the small space, filling it with his warmth and deep earthy scent. Her heels brought her closer to his height, but there was something about him that made her feel petite, delicate. She felt the pull of him, felt it down deep inside where it made her blood rush. And he did it all without even trying. He just leaned casually against the wall, making the silk of his shirt stretch against his chest, widening the vee above the buttons at the top. Blue eyes edging into black watched her with an intensity that made her very aware of herself as a woman.
    The sweat on his neck looked very enticing. Hannah wanted to run her tongue along it. His black leather pants laced up the front, and she ached to unlace them with her teeth. She wanted to hear his reaction to that. But she behaved. There would be time enough to seduce him, even if she had to wait. She’d waited all these years. She understood patience. Hannah smiled at that, feeling a great sense of satisfaction when Nate’s gaze went to her mouth.
    The elevator seemed to be heating up. If there had been mirrored tiles on the walls, Hannah was sure they’d be steamed. Of course, she might not have been able to keep her hands to herself if they had been. The urge to see herself wrapped around his semi-naked body would have been too much to resist.
    His reaction to her now more than made up for his reaction all those years ago at the bottom of her stairs. If he’d looked at her then like he wanted to push her up against the wall and bury himself inside of her, she wouldn’t have had a clue what to do.
    Now she’d have no problem thinking of a response.
    The elevator jerked to a halt, the doors hissing open. Nate straightened, pushing one hand through his hair, disheveling the already tousled strands. He gave her a smile that made her thong damp, and then followed her into the foyer where Sam was waiting for them.
    Hannah smiled at Sam when they joined him. She had to pull herself together. Had to stop mentally peeling the clothes off of Nate and urging him to touch her.
    She was a professional. She could do this.
    *
    Sam had made reservations for them at a Japanese place, one of Nate’s favorites. Gina walked in while Sam was speaking to the hostess. She gave Nate a slow once over and then greeted Hannah with a hug, pausing long enough to whisper, “He’s hot!”
    Oh yeah, Hannah thought. And he was going to be hers.
    She introduced her friend to Nate and Sam, and then the solemn hostess led them to a private room, separated from the main area by sliding shoji screens. An American-style table surrounded by four chairs was a concession to the clientele, but it was decorated by a simple spray of blossoms in a pottery bowl, an arrangement displaying the traditional feeling of shebui . Hannah found herself at one corner of the table, with Nate just around the corner.
    Oh yes. Perfect.
    He seemed pleased by the arrangement, too. He held out her chair for her, and afterwards let his hand trail along her shoulder before he sat down. When he did, his leg brushed against hers beneath the table, the contact lingering for a moment. She sensed he was still close, an inch from her.
    The gentle notes of a samisen fell into their initial silence, joined