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nodded. “You’ll definitely be a hit with Chelsea then. She loves jewelry.”
    “I’m so pleased we’ll have something in common,” she mocked. “Apart from you, that is.”
    He didn’t smile.
    His eyes said come closer.
    Without warning Adam slipped his arm around her waist and brought her up against him, those eyes filling with purpose. “Here’s one thing she won’t have in common with you,” he murmured, and brought his head down to hers.
    Shock tingled through her veins and she opened her mouth, thinking to speak, but his tongue took advantage of the moment and silkily plunged inside. Her breath caught, then looped around her throat, but she couldn’t seem to break free. His tongue savored the softness, the hollows, skillfully sapping her of strength until she felt like a swizzle stick swirling round and round, until she had to reach out and cling to him to stop from sinking to the ground.
    He broke off the kiss and slowly peeled back. “We needed to look like lovers,” he said, his voice husky but in control.
    Reality kicked in. It was clear he had enjoyed the kiss, but it hadn’t shaken him up like it had her. God, his kiss had relegated every other kiss she’d ever had to the back of her mind, but he didn’t need to know that. He might suspect it, but she’d never admit it. She had her pride.
    Gathering herself, she quickly moved back out of reach. “You didn’t need to kiss me for that. There’s no one around.”
    “Didn’t I?”
    Another of his little tests, she realized, aware this really was more about him taking what he wanted than him wanting to give the impression they were lovers. Needless to say though, the hint of red lipstick at one corner of his mouth wouldn’t go astray, she decided cynically, tempted to rub it off with her finger, but she didn’t dare.
    She raised her chin. “You’re a good kisser, I’ll grant you that,” she said, trying to come across as worldly-wise and experienced, while totally ignoring her complete and utter meltdown in his arms.
    “I’m glad you think so,” he said smoothly, looking confident, arrogant and very self-satisfied.
    Oh, he knew all right.
    “No doubt you’ve had plenty of practice.”
    “I aim to please.”
    “How nice,” she said sweetly, taking a step around him.
    He moved in front of her, forcing her to stop. “What about you, Jenna?”
    “Me?” Was he asking if she aimed to please? Please who? Him?
    “Have you had plenty of practice kissing a man?” he asked, clarifying, though she wasn’t sure which question was more dangerous.
    “That’s my business.” Suddenly the slight sting of her ex-boyfriend’s comment about her “lacking” in some areas came to mind. “Why are you asking? Wasn’t I any good?” she said without thinking, then could have kicked herself for giving anything away.
    His eyes held a gleam of speculation. “You were superb,” he assured her.
    A shade of relief washed over her. Not for his sake, but for hers. “Good. I’d hate to think you were disappointed in my performance.”
    He considered her, and this time the gleam was a definite curiosity. “Why? Has someone been disappointed in your…performance before?”
    She stiffened. “That’s a very personal question.”
    His gaze intensified, then as if it didn’t really matter, he shrugged. “Forget it.” He looked at his watch. “We’d better get going,” he said, all businesslike now, but she was sure he saw more than he was letting on.
    All at once she felt like she was up against Goliath in the sexual stakes. She brushed past him toward the door, needing to get out of the apartment, where a sort of magnetic energy appeared to be bouncing off the walls. No, make that magnetism. The word summed up Adam Roth to perfection.
    In the back of the limousine, Adam apologized before answering a call on his cell phone, saying it was important. Jenna didn’t mind. She was merely grateful they didn’t need to talk. That kiss back there had