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enjoy it and love discovering new artists, but I’m not hardcore like she is. My friend Devin is also into it, but I suspect it’s because his boyfriend is one of the top DJs in the city,” I say, closing my eyes for a second, soaking in this magical moment.
    “I never meant to deceive you when we first met, Candy.”
    “I’m sorry?” His confession comes as a surprise given the mellow mood floating in the air.
    “When you walked in Vanilla Beans and I caught a glimpse of your curves, I was mesmerized. When I took a second look, I realized I knew you, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’m not sure what your friend and you were giggling about, but when she sucked in her cheeks and stomach in and both of you started laughing hysterically, it hit me. I grabbed my phone and there you were on Sassy magazine’s website.”
    I guess this is confession time. I sit up on his couch and tuck my legs to the side before frowning. “Why does a successful billionaire CEO waste time on silly girly articles, Max?” I should be flattered a rich and powerful man would recognize me, but this makes no sense.
    “My uncle loved his business with all his heart—he was practically married to those three companies. I needed to make sure we were forming the right media partnership. True, I could have trusted one of my talented staff members to do research, but this is too personal. After reading a few of your quirky articles, it became clear why the plus-size section of Sassy is so successful—it’s thanks to you.”
    “There you go again, throwing compliments my way and making me blush.”
    “When I bumped into you at the Bymark hotel, I took advantage of the serendipitous moment to get to know you better. I felt keeping the conversation light and fun would allow me to get to know the real Candy as opposed to someone trying to pitch me. I needed the peace of mind of knowing my family’s legacy was in good hands. I didn’t want to be another corporate account with deep pockets Sassy magazine used to jump on the new trend of honoring plus-size beauties. I needed to know you were real.”
    “Was I real enough for you? Did I pass the test with flying colors, Max?” My ticked-off tone surprises me.
    “You were very real. So much so, I couldn’t keep my hands off of you.” Without warning he slides his muscular body next to mine.
    Damn. He had to go there.
    “Sweet Candy.” Max kisses the side of my neck, sending ripples of desire straight to my nipples. “I have a suspicion I won’t be able to contain myself around you tonight either.”
    My heart is beating five hundred miles per second as my breathing turns fast and shallow.
    Bending over, he places a hard kiss on my lips and leaves me panting.
    “What happened on the forty-first floor was…” I place my hands against his chest, trying to distance myself from him as I desperately try to keep some sense of control over the situation.
    “What I’d give to fill my hands with your full breasts again, Candy,” he says, leaning so close he’s inches away from my lips.
    “Max, this cannot ever happen again between us. You’re one of our biggest clients and I don’t want to screw things up.” I don’t even sound convincing to myself.
    The thought of his long fingers slick with my wetness, sliding into my pussy, pushing deep inside me, makes me want to strip naked, drop down on my knees and suck him like I’ve never sucked another man in my life. Fuck, get a grip. One time was a mistake. Twice would be asking for trouble.
    “Nice sentiment, but it’s a pretty worthless deterrent considering the look-at-me dress you’ve selected for the evening. Every flirty roll of your hips under this soft jersey dress is like an open invitation to seduce you again, Candy.”
    “Please don’t,” I attempt to protest, pressing my palm against his chest to stop him from getting any closer.
    “Do you know Françoise Sagan?”
    “Huh? I can’t say I do.” Where is he going with