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made her feel like she was being scrutinized, like she was under examination.  He made her feel uneasy with just that look alone.  She felt so weak, her feelings flitting from desire to unease and back again, with only a look or a word.  He held too much power over her.  It scared her.
    When Simon collected her from her apartment she had expected to be driven to a restaurant, not a private residence.  The view of the monstrosity as they pulled in the long drive had instantly put her on edge.  She didn’t belong in such a place.  It was not the residence he had taken her to before.  That had been a sky-rise building in the city.  This was far more decadent.  Was this his home?  Or was the apartment? She couldn’t look at the man in front of her, she felt her composure slipping.
    Mackenzie took in the huge dining room.  It had the highest ceilings she had ever seen and it made her feel small.  The walls were painted a warm cream and the dark wood furniture reminded her of the bar where she worked.  It was classy and sophisticated.  The expensive antique furniture that filled the room, and the heavy golden hued drapes that adorned the large windows, all added appeal.  But it was the gigantic displays of white roses, jip and ivy, and the forty or so candles dotting the room, which made it feel like something from a fairy tale.  The white linen table cloth, the polished silverware, and the way the candlelight was reflected in the crystal glasses on the table, all adding to the opulence.  It was overwhelming.
    His eyes were on her, she could feel them, and eventually hers made their way back to him.  He was beyond gorgeous - he was dark and dangerous.  She could feel the sexual pull from across the table.  The situation she was in was not one she had been in before - and she still didn’t even know his name.  He had told her previously she was only entitled to one night and now she was in front of him, here, with all of this.  What did he expect of her?  He’d come back and … now?  Who is this man?
    “What is your name?” she asked.
    “What do you think it is?”
    She gave him a pointed look and waited while he had a sip of water.  He removed the glass from his lips for only a moment before drinking more. 
    “Please just tell me.”
    “Why are names so important?  They’re just labels.  Ask another question.”
    She glanced around the room of what she guessed was his home.  “Why here?” she asked.  He didn’t answer.  The more his eyes penetrated her the more uncomfortable she felt.  She waited a moment but only got a smirk from him.  The silence added to her unease, causing her to throw another question his way.  “Why me?”
    “Why not?”
    “You’re enjoying this.”  Mackenzie shifted in her seat.
    “Enjoying what?”  His lips curled up a notch.
    “Making me uncomfortable.”
    “Are you uncomfortable?  Would you like another chair, perhaps?”
    She couldn’t help smiling at his joke.  “You know very well that’s not what I meant.”
    He stared at her a moment, before responding, “Yes.”
    His answer was too vague for Mackenzie.  Yes, he knows what I meant?  Or yes, he’s enjoying making me uncomfortable?  Probably both.
    “Dinner is served,” he said, a moment before the door burst open and two women came in holding trays.
    How did he do that?
    Mackenzie watched the women in silence as they set down bowls of soup, before leaving the room.
    “Wine?” he asked, lifting a bottle from the ice bucket beside the table.  He filled her glass before she answered.  He passed it to her and she gratefully took it.
    Alcohol.  Exactly what I need.   She took a gulp of the cold liquid and let out a small ah, before placing it back on the table.
    “Eat,” he said, motioning to the bowl in front of her.
    He waited until she collected her spoon before picking up his own.  She gingerly placed a spoonful in her mouth and moaned in appreciation when the soup touched