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    “What kind of business man?” she asked, before sliding the soup filled spoon into her mouth, extra slow.  She batted those lush lashes at him.
    Is she deliberately teasing me?  She licked her lips slowly and he saw the glint in her eye.   Oh yes, she is.  She’ll pay for that.  He took a slow sip of wine as he watched her.
    “I see you’ve lost your apprehension.  That’s good.  There’s no room for shyness tonight.”  He loved her shocked face.
    Mackenzie didn’t know how to respond to his comment.  She had been trying to get a reaction from him, by flirting, but he never responded quite how she expected.  He always one-upped her in some way.  She was still trying to come up with something when he spoke next.
    “Tell me about yourself.”
    “What would you like to know?” she asked.
    “Everything.”  He shrugged his shoulders casually, continuing to eat his soup, as if it was the most logical answer in the world.
    “Everything?” she asked and he nodded.  “Well, I work at The Blue Room but you already know that.  I live in an apartment on West Adams, you know that too.  I’ve lived there for about two years.”
    “You live alone,” he stated factually.
    “Yes, I like being on my own.”  She shrugged.  “I prefer it.”
    He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, before returning his attention to the bowl in front of him.  He already knew that she was on her own.  He’d made sure of that months ago, when he’d first spotted her, and had been keeping a close watch over her ever since.  But the notion that she preferred it that way surprised him.  She rarely seemed to have male company and he had to wonder what she did for fun.  He could barely go a few days without sexual release but she seemed content enough.  Also, as she preferred her solitude, it made him wonder what kind of fight she may put up when he told her what he wanted.  Not that he was completely opposed to a fight, of course.

 
     
     

     
     
     
    “You prefer to be alone?” he asked and she nodded in response.
    With his head down, he looked up at her through dark lashes, his almost black eyes made her breath hitch.  She wriggled slightly in her seat when her internal muscles clenched in anticipation of what may come later in the evening.  The power he held was overwhelming her again.  Pull yourself together!   She chastised herself and returned her attention to the soup just to distract herself from his eyes.
    He could tell he was affecting her.  He sensed she was beginning to understand.  Her body language was deceiving her.  She was uncomfortable with the conversation, yes, but there was no mistaking the beauty sitting opposite him was as turned on as he was.  He needed to push her boundaries more, get her to open up.  Test her.
    “Do you pleasure yourself often?” he asked.
    She was glad she’d swallowed her mouthful, before those words were thrown at h er, or she would have surely spit soup all over the table.  As it was she was choking on air.
    “ Excuse me? ” she asked, red-faced, thinking back to last night’s adventure with gloved hands and a butterfly vibrator.  And the fantasy where he was the star.
    “You heard me, Mackenzie.”  His reply was calm and calculated.
    “Yes, I did.”  She paused for a moment.  “I cannot believe you just asked me that!”
    “There are no boundaries I won’t cross.  It will serve you well to remember that.  Now, answer the question.”  His expression was serious, but there was a hint of mischief on his lips and in his eyes.
    Mackenzie sipped her wine, biding her time to think of a comeback.  It is kind of refreshing to find someone so straightforward, I suppose.   Placing the glass back on the table, she leaned forward.
    “How much is ‘often’?  I mean, could you please clarify?”  She smirked at him and he returned the smile.  His was genuine, he was amused.  That made Mackenzie happier than it probably