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intimacy.
    As her eyes adjusted, the automatic nod of agreement froze. While slowly looking him over from his gray sweatpants to the print on his Rolling Stones T-shirt, she straightened at the table.
    Feeling a little self-conscious with her visual examination, Quinton ran a hand over his hair. “Have I grown a third eye that I’m unaware of?”
    She shook her head while her gaze crawled all over him, as effective and stimulating as a touch, before finally coming to rest on his face. She licked her lips, but said nothing.
    Quinton felt like he’d just been the recipient of sizzling foreplay. Every place she’d looked at him now tingled with awareness. He cleared his throat. “Cat got your tongue?”
    â€œIt’s…shocking. That’s all.”
    The way she reacted, you’d think he’d shown up naked. “Excuse me?”
    â€œYou look even better in sweats than you do in a suit. And I didn’t think that was possible. I mean…you look really hot in suits.”
    Ah. She liked him in casual clothes. Too bad he wouldn’t be comfortable wearing them to the office. “Thank you.”
    â€œMakes me wonder what you’d look like…” She whistled. “Never mind.”
    â€œNo, please.” He crossed his arms on top of the table and leaned toward her with a smile. “Say it.”
    Not one to let a challenge pass, she gave her own cheeky grin. “All right. I’m wondering if you look as good in the buff.”
    â€œWant to find out?”
    She shrugged, slid her gaze over him again, but said, “I’ll pass.”
    â€œChicken.”
    â€œNaw. It’s just that I don’t want you to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
    Laughing, Quinton indulged his own quick perusal, and couldn’t resist reaching across the table to smooth her hair away from the side of her face. “You’re a terrible tease. But you do indeed look sweaty. I hope they get the air fixed before I go in at noon.”
    Rather than be insulted, she chuckled and lounged back in her seat—out of his reach. “So what has you up and about so early, and dressed so comfy?”
    He didn’t intend to share his plans for the day. What he did in his spare time, well, it was personal and private, his alone, something he did because it made him feel good. He’d decided years ago that parts of his life would not be for public consumption, so he shrugged off her question.
    â€œPersonal business.” To keep from expounding, he picked up a menu. “So what are we ordering?”
    â€œPersonal,” she insisted, “as in intimate? With a female?”
    That she pressed the issue when he’d made it clear he hoped to avoid it shouldn’t have surprised him. Naturally, Ashley didn’t bow under the pressure of good manners; he should have known that. And given the look on her face, she wouldn’t give it up any time soon. Still, he tried a nonanswer to distract her. “When I get intimate, rest assured it’s with a female.”
    She propped her chin on her fists. “Look, if you’re seeing another woman, it’s no skin off my nose. I didn’t ask to—”
    He took her hand and gently squeezed her fingers. “I haven’t looked at, haven’t even thought about another woman since I first met you.”
    She hesitated only a moment before jeering. “If you say so.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. She might as well have called him a liar outright.
    He released her and dropped back with a scowl. “You have absolutely no idea what it’s like to walk around with the start of an erection all day, do you?”
    â€œUh…no. Can’t say as I do.”
    â€œWell let me tell you, it’s not comfortable. But I can’t seem to help it since every available second, I’m thinking of you . As to that, I’m spending all available seconds chasing you. I’ve