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mortified and turned on at the same time. His ability to completely overwhelm me with just a few words was daunting, and it wasn’t lost on me that making women melt in a puddle of neediness was most likely a weekly hobby for him.
    He finally blinked a few times and placed a hand over my forearm, his touch doing nothing to calm me. “Hey, Bambi, relax. I was just messing with you. Chill out.”
    I let out a breath and eventually managed a small smile. “You’re dangerous, Will Jensen. And you can stop with the flirty eyes and one-liners—we work together, remember?”
    He held up his hands with a look of mock horror. “I’m offended you’d think I’d even consider it.”
    “I’m serious! I’ve been warned about you and your charms.” I narrowed my eyes. “They won’t work on me.”
    “Really? They’re not working even a little?” he teased.
    “Nope. Not even a little.”
    It was actually working a lot, but there was no way I was telling him that. As if he didn’t already know. He could probably make a woman’s panties fall off with nothing more than a look.
    He sighed. “Fine. But I’m disappointed.”
    “And stop calling me Bambi, it’s offensive.”
    Will laughed. “Too late, you’ll forever be my Bambi. Besides, you’re Disney Bambi, not Stripper Bambi.” He pinched a handful of fries from my plate and winked. “You haven’t taken your clothes off for me…yet.”
    “Ha! Nice one buddy, never gonna happen.”
    He shrugged. “A guy can dream.” Pointing at my plate, he said, “Are you going to finish that?”
    I slid the remaining quarter of my burger over to him, focusing on quelling the entirely inappropriate warm and fuzzy feeling running through my blood stream at his flirting. “All yours, but I’m keeping the fries.”
    “I’m impressed, you almost got through it.” I watched him demolish the rest of the burger.
    “It looks like you were counting on me not finishing it…part of your strategy for obtaining free food.”
    He nodded. “You got me.”
    When we were done and the bill arrived, I was quick to snatch it up. No way was I letting him pay for this so-called work lunch.
    “Here, Emma, hand it over.” He wiggled his fingers, motioning for the bill. “I’ll get it.”
    “Uh-uh, this one’s on me.” I pulled it close to my chest as he reached out again.
    “Don’t be stupid, give me the bill.”
    “Nope, not happening.”
    “C’mon, this is ridiculous. I don’t want to sound like a dick, but do you have any idea how much I earn?”
    I deadpanned him. “What do you think?”
    He rolled his eyes. “Right, of course you don’t.”
    “Will, the fact that you probably earn squillions more than me doesn’t matter. As you said, this was a work lunch so we could get to know each other. I’ll pay. I’ll probably be able to get reimbursed for the expense anyway.”
    I passed the bill with my credit card back to the waiter, laughing as he frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. I leaned into him. “Geeze, you really are used to getting your way.” I shrugged, squinting as I bit my lip. “Well tough luck, Quarterback. Things are gonna change while I’m around.”
    And when he looked at me with bewilderment, I couldn’t help it. I winked.
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    Out on the street, I turned to him. “Thanks for lunch.” I nodded to the waiting driver. “It’s a beautiful day, I might walk home.”
    He leaned into me, his mouth unnervingly close to mine and for a split second, I thought he might kiss me.
    “What?”
    “You have freckles.” It was unsettling in the most comfortable way—watching his eyes roam across my face. “Along your nose and cheeks. I didn’t notice them before.”
    “Oh, yeah.” My fingers went up to my face, self-conscious.
    Will smiled, pulling my wrist back down. “What I meant to say was I like your freckles.” He let go of my wrist. “Where’s your place?”
    “I’m in Chelsea, just off West 17th.”
    “I’ll join you, we’re only a