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it’s very important who sits by whom.”
    “You’ve been at it since you came back from lunch.” She cocked her head at him. Uh oh. Now she knew how closely he’d been keeping tabs on her. He swallowed nervously, his brain screaming for him to redirect. “How’s that going?”
    “Good, except I somehow missed giving Carter Besille a seat. And I can’t remember where I was supposed to put him.”
    JR stood and came around to her side of the desk. After a brief glance at her legs, he smiled and knelt down beside her to look at the club layout displayed on the computer screen.
    Sam’s heart beat furiously in her chest. She couldn’t help but study him with a sidelong glance. She was a sucker for boyishly handsome and JR had that going for him for real.
    Unexpectedly, he turned his head to face her.
    Sam stared at his lips, merely inches apart from hers. Involuntarily, she leaned forward before noticing something that made her stop. Her lips curved up. Turning, she rifled through the takeout bag on the desk. Retrieving a napkin, she swiveled back to face him. “You have some mustard on your beard. “Here.” She reached out and dabbed at his face, the napkin making a scraping sound against the bristle.
    JR held his breath, eyes intent on hers as she touched him. Holy crap, the girl was hot! He’d have covered his entire face in condiments if he would’ve known it would get her this close.
    Her task completed, Sam’s gaze rose to meet his.
    For a couple of heartbeats neither said a word. The air in the room crackled with energy. Mesmerized by those grey eyes that sparkled like moonlight on the surface of the ocean, a wave of desire built up and then crashed over him.
    Sam really wanted JR to kiss her. In fact she couldn’t ever remember wanting anything more. Closing her eyes, she leaned closer feeling the warmth of his breath fan across her lips. She tilted her face back in anticipation. When nothing happened she opened her eyes. JR was staring at her, eyes dark and intense.
    JR had never wanted to kiss a woman more in his entire life, but didn’t trust himself to stop there. Sam wasn’t like any other woman he’d ever known. He didn’t want to scare her off, so he settled for gently tucking one of her silky chestnut curls behind her ear.
    Sam shivered as his fingertips lingered and grazed the skin behind her ear. In a dazed whisper, she managed to joke, “Do I have ketchup in my hair?”
    “No. Sorry,” he said voice husky, “but I’ve wanted to do that since the day I first met you.”
    She glanced down self- consciously, cheeks blooming with color, and twisted the napkin nervously in her hands. The level of intensity between the two of them frightened her, so much so that she started to second guess her decision. And he hadn’t even kissed her yet.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered in a low voice, continuing to stare at her unabashedly.
    “What’d you say?”
    JR cleared his throat. “I said are you full?”
    “What? Oh, yeah. Thanks for the dinner. You’re a lifesaver.”
    “No problem. My pleasure.”
     The husky tone to his voice had her staring at his lips again.
    He pointed at a spot on the seating chart. “Hey, why don’t you put Besille…here?”
    Reluctantly dragging her gaze away from the object of her desire, she mused, Facial hair should be against the law…especially on him. It too temptingly highlighted and framed those kissable lips.Brow creasing, she focused back on the screen. She squinted at where he pointed and shook her head. “No, that won’t work. That seat is for you… for your guest.”
    Tipping her chin back between a curled thumb and finger, JR told her, “If I was going to invite anyone, Samantha, it would be you. And you’re already going to be there.”
    “Oh.”
    He stood then, tall, lean frame towering over her. “Is that all you had left to do?”
    “Yeah. Thanks again for dinner.” She slipped on her shoes, gathered up the takeout detritus and tossed