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disapprove. She was certain of it. The serving size was on the extreme small end of the spectrum, and it was a sharing plate. They had eaten together enough times for him to know she wasn’t a finger food type of girl. “Why am I eating this instead of steak?”
    In lieu of a sofa and armchairs, the suite had oversized pillows strewn over a wide ledge that abutted latticed windows. A portable rosewood table was to their side—equidistant and at an arm’s reach. The brass food platter took up the entirety of the small inlaid surface.
    Conscious her shirtdress had a far from demure hemline, Nulli sat with her legs folded under her. On the other end of the ledge, Jason stretched his long limbs in her direction. Dressed in a short-sleeved button-down and linen khakis, with his hair glowing like amber under the orange lamplight, he was a dangerous dream she didn’t yet want to escape.
    He nudged minuscule portions of halloumi cheese across the platter in her direction. “This is a good pre-sex meal choice. Too full and you’ll get sleepy.”
    She patted her far from satisfied belly. “Hungry, and I’m not in the mood.”
    His expression was cocky. “Even if you’re starving, I can make you beg in five minutes flat.”
    She opened her mouth to argue before biting her tongue. He may well have the ability, and she didn’t want him to prove his point before she’d gotten more to eat. She looked at her plate. There were only a few pitted olives left. “You owe me strawberries at least.”
    He didn’t move, so she continued with a threat. “You don’t want me to get hangry, do you?”
    She managed to peak his curiosity. “What’s hangry?”
    She pointed her index finger inward. “Hungry plus angry. Trust me, you don’t want me there.”
    Laughing and shaking his head, he took the now empty plate and marched over to the suite’s bar. He disappeared behind the counter and emerged with a bowl of strawberries. He had a bottle of champagne in his other hand. Two stemmed glasses were laced through his fingers. “I thought I’d give you more time to recuperate, but since you insist—”
    “Umm, I’m eating those before you get so much as a kiss.” She reached for the bowl, but he handed her the flutes instead. She pouted. “I’m starving.”
    He put the strawberries on the small table. “And I’ll feed you.”
    With a pop, he uncorked the champagne. Once he was done pouring, he set the bottle on the floor and took back both glasses. He placed them alongside the strawberries. “Just not yet.”
    He lifted the portable table. With a pivot and a step, he moved it out of the way. She marveled at how he was able to execute the smooth motion that kept every item on the surface in place.
    In response to her silent question, he explained, “I bussed tables to pay my living expenses in college. Two glasses and a bowl is nothing.”
    She frowned. “I thought you had been in the military”
    His answering smile was cryptic. “I was recruited later. I went to officer candidate school after I got my master’s.” She had a feeling there was more to the story but asking too many questions meant answering them in turn. She didn’t need to wait long for her prediction to come true.
    “Tit for tat?” His voice made it clear this wasn’t a request.
    Seeing no graceful way around a conversation, she nodded.
    “Are your psycho ex-boyfriend and I the only two men you’ve slept with?”
    Her instinct was to sidestep that line of inquiry. “Michael wasn’t a psycho.” His hang-ups about sex were a little weird, but he was otherwise well-adjusted. He now had the American dream—a wife, a kid, and a house with a white picket fence. All were acquired within two years of their breakup.
    Nulli was self-aware enough to know it was her choices that ended their relationship. And she should have known better than to think Jason would accept her prevarication.
    “But he was your first, and until now your only sexual