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whirlwind schedule she’d been maintaining.
    But, no. She sat at a table with a perfectly respectable, smoking-hot-should-be-licked-often stranger. Damn her father.
    Hell, if her father hadn’t sent him, she could have indulged in one of those carnal impulses which used to land her in the scandal rags during her university years. When the heat in her body continued to spread, warming her cheeks and breasts, she reached for the wine again. Maybe a glass or three would knock the temperature off her libido.
    “You seem very relaxed, considering our present circumstances.” He sounded almost curious.
    “I’m used to it.” She sighed and ran her tongue along her teeth, hoping no bits of veggie were embarrassing her. “Unfortunately.”
    “Well, if you’re used to it, maybe you should consider a change in careers.” The odd comment, coupled with his pursed lips, dragged her attention away from her raging hormones to stare at him again. He watched her with no attempt to disguise the shrewd predator in his eyes. A fresh wave of awareness rolled over her.
    He wasn’t any ordinary businessman, and his attempts at vanilla engagement, from his relaxed dress to his mannerisms, couldn’t disguise the difference anymore. Something far more dangerous than an unwanted matchmaking attempt lurked in his gaze.
    Intrigue and wariness clashed inside.
    “Why would I change careers? I’m destined to inherit the entire organization. I have to know how it works from top to bottom. Or are you one of those men who thinks marrying me will be your key to the executive office, and I’ll be at home hosting tea while popping out the requisite heirs?”
    Jarod tugged his ear then set his utensils down. “Kit Kat, what the hell are you talking about?”
    “My father, Mr. Parker. And stop calling me by that horrid nickname.” Irritation rose to the top of her desire and flamed. “I asked you to call me Katherine.”
    “No. You told me to. I prefer Kit Kat. It suits your mercurial moods. What does your father have to do with my being on this plane?”
    “Everything.” She leaned forward. “Miles told me Daddy sent you to the meeting and here. I am used to my father’s matchmaking—although he’s generally a great deal subtler than this. I suppose my birthday last month and the engagements of several of his associates’ children has him thinking.”
    “Miles told you I’m here as a—”
    “Seriously, Mr. Parker? A stud service. Yes, my father sent you to stand stud for his recalcitrant princess who will not settle down. Granted, you’re an exceptionally fine specimen, but I have no desire to wear the reins which undoubtedly go with your promising physique.”
    Jarod’s mouth opened briefly then snapped shut. To her amazement—and ire—he started to laugh.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “You’re not mad your father might have sent me, Kit Kat. You’re mad you wanted me, and now you think you can’t have me.”
    She sat up straighter in the chair, aggravation dragging its nails across the chalkboard of her spine. “I am glad I amuse you.” She tossed her napkin onto the plate, all pretense of appetite gone. Standing, she gave him a practiced look of dismissal. “Good evening, Mr. Parker. I expect you off my plane as soon as we land in Los Angeles.”
    She didn’t make it two steps away from the table before he caught her arm and spun her back. She impacted against his chest, and her hands flattened against a very hard, very well-developed set of pectoral muscles, his mouth an inch from her own. “If I’m standing stud, you should at least sample the services before you dismiss them.”
    She wasn’t sure which of them moved, but, suddenly, their mouths fused together and the heat inside of her burst into a raging forest fire. His tongue stabbed against hers, demanding and gaining access. His hand slid up to her still damp hair, and, sometime between the first caress of his tongue and the flood of want between her thighs, he