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a chair nearest the end of the table and she sat down.  He took the silver covers off two bowls and set one in front of her.  Then he opened the wine bottle on the tray and poured her a glass of white wine.
    It was so strange sitting here being served by the handsome, and insanely wealthy, Mr. Danner.
    He sat down across from her.  She tasted her soup.  It was the best bisque she’d ever had.  She ate a few more spoonfuls, then sipped some wine, summoning the courage to start the difficult conversation.
    “There was something I was hoping to discuss with you,” she said.
    “Yes, so you said yesterday.”  He glanced at her.  “But not over dinner.”
    “Afterward?” she asked hopefully.
    He smiled.  “I’m hoping we’ll be otherwise occupied after dinner.”
    She frowned.  “I don’t know what you think of me, Mr. Danner, but—”
    “Call me Race.”
    “Um... okay.  Race.  But... well, if you think we’re going to...”  She flattened her hand on her chest.  “That I’m going to...”
    “Exactly what do you think I’m going to suggest, Miss Bell?”
    “Jacquie,” she said, then pursed her lips.  “Well, I assumed... I mean...”
    “Yes?”
    Now she felt a little foolish.  This extremely handsome, sexy billionaire could have any woman he wanted.
    “That you were going to suggest we have sex.”  She toyed with the napkin on her lap.  “I’m sorry.  That was silly of me.”
    “Actually, you’re right.  That’s exactly what I was going to suggest.  But with a little more finesse.”
    She tossed the napkin on the table.  “Why are you pursuing me like this?”
    He smiled.  “Because, Jacquie, you fascinate me.  You find a way into my exclusive poker game, with no money to bet—”
    “I had two hundred dollars,” she protested.
    “—dressed in a slinky dress and fuck-me shoes that you were clearly not comfortable in.  Although your actions suggest you are deceptive, your reactions show that you are very honorable.”
    “Really?”
    “If you weren’t, you never would have shown up today with the dress.  You were clearly embarrassed last night, so I’m sure coming back here was the last thing you wanted to do.”  He smiled.  “Unless you couldn’t help yourself because you just had to see me again.”
    Her cheeks flushed at the truth of that statement.  “I promised I’d bring it back.”
    “Exactly.”
    He stood up and walked around the table.  She watched him like a deer being stalked by a predator.
    He took her hands, his big fingers wrapping around hers, and drew her to her feet.
    “I want you to stay the night.”  He lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against it.  Goose bumps danced along her arm and down her neck.  “I want to have sex with you.  Hot and erotic.”  His lips turned up.  “And a little kinky.”
    Her eyes widened.  “How kinky?”
    He slid his arm around her waist and tugged her tight to his body, knocking the breath from her.  Then his lips played along the side of her neck, making her feel faint with need.
    “The kind where you call me sir and do everything I tell you.”
    Oh, God, she couldn’t do that.
    “Say yes,” he murmured in her ear.
    “Yes,” she answered, shocking herself.
    He chuckled.  “Good.  That’s settled.”  He loosened his arm and she drew in a deep breath.  “And in the morning, we’ll have that talk.”
    God, she hadn’t even thought to make it a condition.
    She nodded, staring up into his midnight blue eyes.  He lowered his lips to hers and the feel of them was heaven on earth.  Gentle pressure.  Then his tongue stroking the seam of her mouth until she opened and let him in.  He explored, slowly and deeply.  Masterfully.
    The kiss became more passionate, his arms gliding around her.  Tightening.  She melted against him, her breasts crushed against his rock-hard chest.  She wanted to feel his naked skin.  To see him in all his glory.
    She felt a bulge swelling in