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asked no one in particular.
    He had to smile. “Maybe because you care about what I think?”
    “Or maybe I don’t like being called a liar .”
    He gave an indifferent nod and shrug. “Or that.”
    “So what about these sex classes? When do you start them?”
    The change of subject threw him. He leaned forward then back, switching tracks. “As…soon as possible.”
    “And do you still want me a part of that?”
    Shit. His sweet vixen officially had him clueless. “Why wouldn’t I, yes, of course I do. If you want to.”
    “So, what can I do to help you with that?”
    He stared into her gaze, debating her angle. “Well if you have friends that you think might need something like that, you could—”
    “ Be your calling card.” She eyed him with you’re so busted squinty eyes.
    He didn’t think he’d ever made one of his females angry on a first date. Hell, ever. By this point he had them begging him for more pleasure. But here she was, pissed enough to throw down on his front lawn and him dying to have her. She was fabulously adorable. “Calling card?”
    “ Oh don’t play dumb doc. We know that’s what this whole dinner thing is about.”
    Time for a little return fire. “Is that what the fuck you think?”
    Dropping the “f” bomb in his silky cool tone was supposed to gain him a little control but instead she set her lemonade on the table and shot up to tower over him, accusing finger jabbing. “You think those sexy good looks will just get you any damn thing you want.” She actually gave him a once over and he held his breath due to his engorged cock. “Well I’m here to inform you doctor that you’re not… all that and a… and a…whatever, I’ve lost my appetite, I need to go.”
    What she’d lost was her train of thought when her eyes snagged on his arousal. She hurried for the door and he shot up and latched his fingers onto her upper arm before she could open it. “Don’t leave,” he pleaded tenderly at her ear.
    “I have to. I’m sorry.”
    His jaw hardened with the rest of his body at what he heard in her tone. It was pure emotion and he felt it to the very core if his arousal, making him throb with a vicious agony. He’d fucking gone without for too long. Emotions were like refined sugar…addictive and deadly.
    He jerked his hand off and stepped back, allowing her to leave. All while his cock lamented every step she took away from him. He wouldn’t force it. But without a doubt…he would find a way to seduce her into being his next fix.

Chapter Four
     
    Sofia wanted to sprint home. What the eff had just happened? Her emotions and body were so wound up, she couldn’t even trace where their conversation had begun to go wrong. And her body. Like a backstabbing friend, it was ready to pounce on the man while she was insulting him. And why in God’s name was his dick hard during all that? Bastard.
    She was pissed about a lot of things and didn’t care to rationalize them. Likely when she did, she’d have a hard time facing herself in the damn mirror. She could definitely take a rain check on that.
    Hell, she didn’t even have the courage to call Dara. Tomorrow. Everything tomorrow.
    ****
    Two hours later, Sofia’s doorbell rang. Still reeling from her almost dinner date with the hottest guy on the planet, she shuffled to the door and opened it, not even clear headed enough to look and see who it was.
    She froze at seeing the d oc getting in his car and leaving. She looked down. A covered dish was on her door step with a note. She picked it up and brought it inside. Shutting the door, she opened the note.
    Sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken negatively about your dream to be a baker. Please let me try this again.
    P.S.
    Don’t forget to reschedule.
    Tears blurred Sofia’s vision. Well, she’d wondered what had bothered her so much and there it was. He’d hit the nail on the head in one simple sentence. Him being disgusted with the only thing she had left of her father