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laptop.”
    Hudson’s lips curled with a hint
of amusement. “How thoughtful. Set up a time with David. I’m sure he’s very
interested.”
    How thoughtful . As if I’d
done something cute. Something only big boys did. How fucking patronizing.
    My heart plummeted. I really shouldn’t
have been so disappointed. It wasn’t as if I’d been asked to prepare anything.
That had been my own hyper-focusing. In fact, I hadn’t even known why I’d been
invited to the meeting. Especially now that it was apparently over and I hadn’t
even been in on it.
    “How about tomorrow, Laynie?”
David suggested. “You’re opening anyway. Why not come early? Does six-thirty
give you enough time to present?”
    “Yeah. I’ll leave my laptop here
if you don’t mind.” I bent to pick up my bag, but Hudson reached it before I
did.
    He handed it to David. “David,
could you lock this in the office? I need to eat something. Alayna will join
me. I’ve reserved one of the bubbles.” His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the
empty rooms. “Though it doesn’t seem a reservation was required.”
    I tensed at Hudson’s latest
demand. Why wasn’t David joining us? Did Hudson plan on firing me over
pecan-crusted salmon? Was that what they had discussed privately?
    Or maybe Hudson’s interest in me
was less business and more pleasure. The looks he’d given me had suggested it was,
and after receiving the same expression on several occasions, I realized I may
not have imagined it like I kept trying to convince myself I had.
    And that was a scarier thought
than being fired. Especially when I’d already felt a tug of fixation. I’d been
so stable for the past three years—I couldn’t open myself to get all obsessive
over my hot boss. That was a disaster waiting to happen. I definitely should
say no to the bubble room.
    Except I hadn’t given up on my
promotion. And because there was a slight possibility that Hudson wanted to
talk to me about that, I had to say yes to dinner, though my acquiescence
hardly seemed necessary since he’d had his hand pressed against the small of my
back directing me to one of the more private bubbles before I’d even agreed to
join him. My body tensed under his touch, and my stomach twisted in a nervous
knot that wasn’t exactly unpleasant.
    And I was very aware of the eyes
that followed us, few as there were in the club, sure that many of them flashed
with envy. Alone in a bubble room with Hudson Pierce? All the women in
Manhattan should be jealous. Kinky things had been known to happen in those
bubbles. I smiled at the possibilities.
    Goddammit. What the hell was I
thinking? The guy had invited me to dinner, not to his bed. Just because I was
all gaga over him, reading sex into his every move, didn’t mean he reciprocated.
And the gaga needed to stop once and for all, even if he did reciprocate.
     Inside the room, I turned on the
occupied light out of habit. Usually a hostess would have done that when they
seated the customer, but since we’d sort of skipped the whole hostess
formality, I took it upon myself. And I had to do something with my nervous
energy. Continuing the job, I grabbed a menu from the wall and handed it to
Hudson who stood waiting at the edge of the seating.
    He took the menu from me and
gestured for me to sit. “After you.”
    It had been quite some time since
I’d been in a bubble room off-duty and the reversal in my role combined with
the “Fuck Me” aura that surrounded Hudson unbalanced me. I slid onto the plush
cushion, gripping the table for support.
    Hudson stayed standing, watching
me intently for several seconds before he removed his gray suit jacket and hung
it on the hook behind him. Damn. He was even hotter in only his fitted gray
dress shirt. I bit the inside of my cheek, admiring his hard thighs straining
against his pants’ fabric as he sat down. God, he was so yummy. 
    God, I was in trouble.
    He tossed the laminated menu on
the table without looking at it. “I