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stealthily avoided it.
    “One more bite.” Adam fed Misty final morsel then dabbed her mouth with a white linen napkin.
    He might be playing the role of a perfect alpha-gentleman, but beneath that proper tuxedo was the scrappy teenager notorious for cutting class to sneak onto the football field, under the bleachers with the flavor-of-the-week. She’d studied those smooth moves, watching bird’s-eye from the second story window of Scenic View High School, wishing she could be one of his many conquests. Now was her chance.
    He held a fresh flute of champagne to her lips, but the mischievous twinkle in his whiskey eyes had her craving something else—something harder between her thighs.
    “Ready for dessert?”
    More than ready . She clenched her lips to keep from saying something that would come back to bite her in the end and nodded instead.
    God, what am I thinking? Where’s my mantra? Drowning in champagne, so it seemed.
    It was only fair to warn him her career came before everything, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood talking about work. Just because they were single, consenting adults didn’t mean this filly should break the stallion and make him her stud—not when her commitment to the family business left so little room for monkey business.
    Then again…
    If there ever was a perfect time to be fooling around, Valentine’s Day was it. Only a couple of hours remained, and by God, her libido deserved to go out with a bang. A great big mind-blowing she-bang. As much as she wanted to get her hands on the bridal boutique in the near future, she wanted Adam now.
    Forget the mantra for one night . She’d be sure to screw on her head properly tomorrow.
    Besides, Adam Wright seemed genuinely sincere, what could go wrong?
    “They had five different cakes to choose from. I didn’t know what you’d like so I ordered a slice of each.”
    Moved by his thoughtfulness, she whispered without hesitation, “What I really want is you.”
    “Trust me, once we’re done with your headshots you won’t be able to stop me.”
    Satisfied by his statement, yet unsure she could hold on much longer, she held back a grin. “Fine. Let’s get it done.”
    While he snapped a few shots of her against the red drapes, all she could think about was what it must’ve been like for the girls under the bleachers. “How many?”
    “A few more.”
    “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
    Adam set the handheld camera on the bar. “What are you talkin’ about then?”
    “Never mind.”
    “No. Tell me.”
    Misty saw the opportunity and seized it. “Fine—give me the camera and I’ll tell you.”
    “You know how to work it?”
    “Is it rocket science?”
    “Far from it.”
    “Then I can handle it. Can I use the one on the tripod?”
    “Go right ahead. Where would you like me?”
    Between my thighs crossed her mind, but instead she swept the room with a glance. “How ’bout the bedroom?”
    She expected him to crack a joke, if not a smile, but with the seriousness of a seasoned professional, he nodded. “Should I put the bow tie back on?”
    “If you don’t mind.”
    He complied. “With or without the jacket?”
    “With. For now.” Her tone was sterner than she intended, as if handling the staff at the bridal shoppe. “Lean forward.” Snap. “Turn.” Snap. “Put your hand in your pocket.” Snap.
    Adam looked like a glossy paged model through the lens.
    What was going on behind those hooded eyes? That seductive smirk? Was he as turned on as Misty?
    Before she snapped from curiosity, she asked the question burning her brain. “So, how many girls did you take under the bleachers?”
    Adam tossed back his head with a guttural laugh. “You don’t want to know.”
    “I do.” She stepped in front of the lens. “I really, really do.”
    “I don’t remember, Misty. It was so long ago.”
    “You can tell me. I can handle it.”
    “I dunno.” He shrugged. “Six. Maybe seven.”
    “Nuh-uh.” She shook her