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mercy. So, let’s attack the Beef Bourguignon.”
    Her cheeks went hot. The thought of his incredibly talented tongue, lips, and teeth eating at her sex had her drenched. She tried to harness her mushy brain into some sort of logic, but could only focus on his mouth.
    “Fuck. We’re never going to get to the food if you continue to look at me like that. You have a meeting at ten. You need food and sleep. In that order. Get your mind out of the gutter, woman.”
    Lorcan’s dark eyes glinted sparks of amber under the track lighting. He nudged her chin, spun her around, and slapped her backside. “Salad bowl’s under the island.”
    She danced her way to the island, but couldn’t resist sneaking quick over-the-shoulder peeks at him. The man oozed a smoldering sexuality that had her wishing her ten o’clock meeting to the fires of hell.
    Not five minutes later, Lorcan deposited two huge soup bowls full of steaming winey stew on the table and a bowl of warm rolls. “I’ll get the wine from the library.”
    “Okay. You good with Annie’s Shitake Sesame dressing for the salad?” She read the label on the container on a shelf in the fridge.
    “Whatever you want’s fine.”
    Angelica plucked up the bottle, closed the refrigerator, and dressed the tossed salad. She took the wooden bowl to the pub-style table by a huge picture window with an astounding view of the sea. Arrested by the brilliant full moon hanging low over a dark horizon, she didn’t hear Lorcan return, and nearly dropped the entire shebang when he kissed her neck.
    He hugged the bowl and her and eased the salad onto the polished mahogany surface. “My bad. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
    She puffed out a long breath. “It’s partly me. I’ve been jumpy for a while.”
    “Sit.” He pulled out a chair, helped her onto the high seat, and took his place right by her side. “What do you mean by jumpy?”
    The sharp note to his tone made her connect with his stare, she rolled a shoulder. “I keep catching people staring at me.”
    He chortled. “You’re a stunning redhead with incredible baby blues, the legs of a Vegas chorus girl, a centerfold rack, and you’re over six feet in your heels. Of course people gawk at you. I bet if you walked by a construction crew, you’d cause a riot.”
    “That’s blunt.” She nabbed a paper napkin from a holder.
    “Why did that tick you off?” He imitated her action with the napkin.
    “I’ve been judged by my looks all my life. I was thin and gangly, and my hair was basically an afro until I went to college. My childhood and adolescence were miserable. Kids teased me without mercy. The ‘pretty’ girls in class bullied me. I got to college. One of the girls in my residence, who was a model, gives me a makeover and introduces me to keratin hair straightening. I go on the pill and develop these puppies. All of a sudden I’m beautiful.” She grabbed a roll from the basket on the table and tore it in half.
    “Hey.” He caught her chin, inspected her features, and said, the surprise evident in the tone and timbre of his voice, “You don’t think you’re beautiful. You really don’t.”
    “I look in the mirror, and I see the too-thin girl with a frizzy mop.” What on earth was wrong with her? She’d never admitted that to anyone.
    He frowned. “I’m trying to reconcile what you’re saying with the little black dress and no underwear.”
    “Jess had the dress delivered to me and instructed me to not show up if I wasn’t going to wear it. I hate strapless bras, and that was the only choice with that dress. Besides, the bodice was fitted and made of spandex and supported me fine. I tried panties, but the lines showed under the dress, so I decided not to wear anything. I did try panty hose, but it showed too and felt wrong.” A fire washed over her throat and face, but she was angry with him, and it served him right to know the truth.
    He burst into a fit of hoots.
    “That wasn’t funny.” Her