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least, that she’d somehow done
something to Club Belmont’s register, that she had clearly gone to great
lengths to ensure he noticed her. Oh, she wasn’t the first. He was a very rich
man, and women lusted after him constantly. Arriving at his office naked,
pretending to trip in front of him and twisting their ankle, one had even
jumped out in front of his car.
    But
her.
    He
leaned back in his chair, and narrowed his eyes. Her skin was tanned, unlike so
many red heads, but still he could see a slight dusting of freckles across the
bridge of her nose. She wore no makeup but some sort of shiny lip-gloss on her
plump lips. Her nose was slightly upturned giving her a stubborn look, and her
eyes were blue. Nothing special about them, not even the ridiculously long
lashes framing them. Add it all up and it shouldn’t have worked—but it did. Her
beauty was sensational. Her hair was a glorious copper color, and there was so
much of it. Tendrils fell and teased her shoulders, one curling along her
collarbone.
    Andros
swallowed, and shifted in his seat again.  
    “You’re
staring at me,” she said softly.
    “I
am.”
    “Why?”
    “You
have to ask?”
    She
smiled, before shrugging one delicate shoulder. “I guess not.”
    “I
imagine many men stare at you often,” he said, the idea of that making Andros
clench his fists, though he had no fucking idea why. “Wherever you go their
eyes follow you.”
    “They
do,” she agreed. “It becomes quite annoying after a while.”
    “And
yet with me?”
    Another
shrug. “I don’t mind. You can stare at me as often as you want.”
    “Because
you arranged it so I would.”
    A
little dimple appeared on her cheek. Andros found himself abruptly fascinated
by it.
    “I
like arranging things how I want them,” she said, drawing his attention back to
the conversation at hand.
    “I
bet you do.”
    “Something
we have in common I think.”
    He
narrowed his eyes, not liking the way she was leading the conversation, and deciding
immediately to put a stop to it. “I suspect we have a lot in common, in some
very specific areas I imagine.”
    “No
doubt,” she said, laughing softly, before giving him a smile he could only call
sultry. It made his breath catch. Made his head spin ever so slightly.
    He
opened his mouth to reply, probably to say something blunt and demanding, but a
waiter arrived—saving him from himself—and Andros ordered drinks for them, as
well as some starters. The interaction gave him a moment to think, just like
the cool air flooding the car, and he gritted his teeth. Wondering how he was
going to deal with this situation.
    Deal
with her.
    She
was just so fucking sexy.
    “Is
this your favorite place to eat?” she asked once the waiter left.
    Andros
sighed. So she wanted to play it like that? To pretend this was a normal little
dinner? Question was whether or not to let her? A man of little patience, a man
used to getting his own way, ordinarily Andros would have pushed her until she
told him exactly what she wanted. Not because he didn’t know, but because he
wanted to hear it straight from her pretty little lips. Then they could get the
hell on with it.
    He
shuddered inwardly as he imagined burying himself between her golden thighs. He
desired her intensely, and he could tell already that he would enjoy himself.
She would too. He’d make sure of that.
    When
was the last time he’d bedded a woman? Andros searched his memory,   frowning slightly as he did so. It had been a
while, mainly because of how busy he had been. Then too was the fact that so
few women let him chase. They offered, he took, before long he was bored.
    Lyra
was not going to be that way. He knew that already. She was going to make him
work, and with that thought, he felt excitement tingle all over his body, coupled
with anticipation deep in his gut.
    “I
come here quite often,” he said, decision made.
    “Because
it is in central London?”
    “Because
the food is