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Surely he wasn’t scowling at her.But with no one else near her, she had to accept that this incredible-looking man, dressed in black silk from his Italian shoes to his oh-so-form-fitting black shirt, was headed her way. His longish black hair curved under his ears, leading the eye to the kind of jaw line most men only wished they had, to a mouth any woman would spread her legs for a chance to nibble on. But it was his eyes that claimed her, forcing her to forget the toned, muscled body and dive inside them, searching for everlasting love. Or at least one helluva night of passion. If she disregarded the glare in those eyes, he was the stuff of wet dreams. The type of man romance novels were written about. The kind of man supermodels dated. So why the hell was he staring at her? Playing it cool, she dipped her head and quickly checked her clothes. Nope. No button undone. No stains. No tissue paper stuck to her shoes.
    When she raised her head again, he was standing directly in front of her. Those breath-stealing dark eyes, surrounded by a golden haze, locked onto her and held her as securely as chains would have. Yet she wouldn’t have fought for freedom. No, with him as her captor she would happily live her life chained to his bed. She clenched her fists, keenly aware of how much she wanted to flatten her hands against his chest. The thin silk material couldn’t hide the firmness of him, the muscles rippling with his slightest move. If she could have undressed him right there in the lobby of the restaurant she would have. Not to mention what she’d have done to him once he was in the buff. She glanced at his crotch, then jerked her gaze upward, shocked at her bold move.
    To cover both her frank appraisal and instant shyness, she stuck out her hand and lifted her chin. “Hi. I’m Lauren Kade. You seem to know me, but—”
    “Get out.”
    His stern voice, rich and hauntingly familiar, shook her, sending a cold chill along her spine. Had she understood him correctly? Did he just tell her to get out? Suddenly, the trance holding her vanished.
    “I’m sorry. What did you say?” Of course she’d heard him wrong. After all, she hadn’t paid close attention. At least not to what he might say.
    “I told you to get out. Your kind isn’t welcomed here.”
    His words knocked the air out of her. She inhaled and slowly exhaled, taking time to recover. “My kind? What kind do you mean? My kind…as in dentists?” Was he a dissatisfied patient? But she’d never had even one patient complaint.
    “You know what I’m talking about. Get out.”
    Talk about handsome and rude all at the same time. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Who the hell did he think he was? Acutely aware of everyone listening, she tried to bring civility to their conversation. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand. Did I do something to offend you? Perhaps you’re mistaking me for someone else.”
    “Trust me. I know exactly who I’m talking to.”
    Why did so many hunks have to be such conceited schmucks? She checked the other patrons, found the answer to her next question, but asked it anyway. “Am I not dressed appropriately? I mean, lunch is hardly a black tie affair. I would think slacks would be suitable. And I do have shoes on.” She smiled, hoping he’d lighten up at her joke.
    “Your attire has nothing to do with it. I want you to leave. Now.” His dark eyes flashed at her, his thick eyebrows falling toward his nose and chiseled features.
    Was she getting punked? Lauren glanced around again, this time looking for her friend, Bobbie, who loved to play practical jokes. “Is Bobbie behind this?” She laughed, confident that she was right, and dashed toward the swinging door to the kitchen.
    “Hey! You can’t go in there.”
    “I bet she’s hiding in the kitchen, right? Bobbie, the jig’s up. You can’t trick me.”
    She stalled, the doors swinging shut behind her, and gawked at the cooks. Two chefs and four waiters stared