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relationship that most people could only fantasize about, never believing it could come true. That experience had spoiled her for anything less—another reason her personal life was a barren landscape. 
    She gave Reuben a look of slight arrogance and extreme confidence. “I was my instructor’s top student.”
    Reuben leaned forward and nabbed a green olive off a platter. Placing the olive at his lips, he wrapped his tongue around it and sucked noisily. Sabrina couldn’t decide if he thought such a thing was seductive or if he just didn’t know how to eat in polite company. Either way, he couldn’t know how disgusting he looked or sounded. 
    “After you have been here awhile, I would like you to train others.”
    “That wasn’t in our agreement.”
    “I can be extra generous to those who go the extra mile for me.”
    She hesitated as if to consider his offer and then gave an elegant nod of her head. “Then I would be happy to teach others.”
    Looking as though he had expected nothing else, he pushed a plate toward her. “Have another pastry.”
    Though tension wasn’t something she normally noticed, she could feel her nerves tightening. By this time, she had expected Reuben to make his move. Chatting with her as if this was a semi-normal date wasn’t something she had anticipated. She wanted to get on with the show. 
    With that thought in mind, Sabrina lifted her right leg and slowly dropped it over her left knee in a sensual display no man could misinterpret. Her well-toned legs were, in her opinion, her best assets. Impossibly long and sleek, most men who got close enough never realized how much danger they were in until it was too late. She could wrap them around a man and literally squeeze the life from him. That wasn’t something she’d done in a while, but once she had learned how, the technique had become one of her favorite ways to subdue her prey. 
    Reuben’s eyes flared with desire, and his breath became slightly erratic. 
    Satisfied, Sabrina took a small tubular pastry from the plate, ran her tongue lightly over the length of it and then leaned forward, offering it to Reuben. He opened his mouth, and she placed it between his lips. 
    He closed his mouth and chewed slowly. Patting the empty space beside him, he gave her what she was sure he meant to be a sexy smile. Unfortunately, he had a large piece of chicken stuck between his front teeth. 
    Accepting the unspoken invitation, Sabrina slowly stood. Every movement a graceful dance of seduction, she went to him. Reuben scooted over to give her room. Sabrina lowered herself beside him and slid her long leg in a slow, sensual glide across Reuben’s. Looking as though torn between ripping her clothes off and continuing this slow seduction, Reuben made the surprising choice to continue their meal. 
    He leaned back against the cushions. “Feed me.”
    As Sabrina reached for another pastry, she continued to rub her leg against Reuben’s. And just in case his eyes wanted to wander to her hands, she bent closer, allowing him to get a glimpse of her second-best physical assets—her generous, creamy breasts. Assured that his eyes were focused on her cleavage, she unwrapped the pastry. Deftly unlocking the clasp on her ring, she emptied the contents into the mixture. The color of cumin, the powder would blend perfectly with the food. She’d tasted it once. From what she’d remembered before she passed out, it had a lovely smoky flavor. It was also one of the most potent sleeping powders ever created. One-eighth of a teaspoon would put out a two-hundred-pound man for at least six hours, sometimes longer. 
    Quickly rewrapping the pastry, she turned to Reuben and held it to his lips. 
    “You first,” he said.
    Like hell. “This one is for you. I’ll make another for me.”
    He grasped her wrist and pushed her hand toward her mouth. “We’ll share.”
    Shit. “If you insist.”
    Holding the pastry carefully, Sabrina took a delicate nibble.