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everyone knows that’s why we’re
all here, but we don’t really discuss it. It’s more fun to pretend
there’s a challenge.”
    She felt like a fool because she didn’t know
the rules. Didn’t know the rules because she’d never played the
game. “Oh. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
    “I’m not offended. Just a little surprised by
your straightforwardness.”
    “Why?” No one she knew was surprised by it,
but then she wasn’t exactly dressed for her usual role as CEO and
head engineer of Starpower Industries. There she was
unequivocally confident and master of her domain. Here she
was nervous, out of place, and utterly attracted to this guy. Maybe
he didn’t like strong women? She hoped she didn’t intimidate him.
Perhaps she should pretend to be meek, timid, and afraid, because
she was feeling all those things at the moment and it rattled her
to her core.
    Owen stared at her for a long moment and just
when she thought he was going to get up and leave her, he said,
“Would you like to meet my friend Kellen? He’s over in the corner
booth waiting for me.”
    Caitlyn looked in the direction Owen
indicated with a nod of his head. She could see silky black hair on
the crown of Kellen’s head, but the rest of him was concealed by
the high-backed booths. Caitlyn immediately realized what this was
about. The good-looking one, Owen, captured unsuspecting women for
his homely friend Kellen. It explained perfectly why he was coming
on to her in the first place. Wouldn’t they be surprised when she
turned the tables on them and rejected them both? She didn’t like
to be taken for a fool.
    “Sure.”
    Owen rose from his seat, and she couldn’t
help but notice the hard cut of his body and how his perfectly
pressed shirt clung to his shoulders and chest. How it tapered down
to be tucked into a pair of well-made slacks that accentuated his
narrow hips. A leather belt drew her attention to his trim waist.
She’d seen pictures of guys built like this, but wasn’t sure if
she’d ever encountered one in real life. It took her a moment to
realize he was holding his hand out in her direction. She slid her
palm into his, finding it warm, strong and, apart from the calluses
on his fingertips, smooth. She couldn’t help but wonder what those
fingers would feel like against her skin.
    She slipped from her chair and stood on the
spindly high heels she’d purchased at the club’s basement shop.
They were white patent leather and made her pretty white negligée
seem a little less innocent. She’d chosen the piece of lace
lingerie because they wouldn’t let her in the club wearing her
tweed and denim and it was the least trashy of the items they
offered. Plus, the short teddy came with a thigh-length gauzy robe
which, though transparent, gave her the illusion that she wasn’t
showing so much bare skin to strangers. She wondered why the one
man she wanted to see naked had been allowed to bypass the
no-street-clothes rule. Owen was dressed all in black, except he
was barefoot. Every other person in the room was at least partially
undressed, and a few were entirely naked.
    Clutching her transparent robe at the waist,
she took a hesitant step. While she didn’t wear heels in the lab,
she wore them in the boardroom, but she’d never worn a pair four
inches high until tonight. She was so busy concentrating on not
breaking her neck that she didn’t realize Owen had stopped until
his hand touched her arm. She froze in midstep and looked at him in
question. What had she done wrong this time? She was so not used to
this scene.
    Owen’s eyes raked down her body. “Mmm. You
must realize I asked you to stand so I could get a better look at
you,” he said.
    Anywhere else in the world, she’d have been
pissed by his blatant come-on and told him to go fuck himself, but
here, she was expecting it. In a strange way, hoping for it. She
was going to let this happen tonight. Tonight, but probably never
again.
    “And?”
    “Even