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touch.
    “Ms. O’Hara.” His tongue darted across his lower lip. Temair
swallowed hard. Did he know what he was doing to her? “Your talents intrigue
me.”
    Not sure if she did it out of nervousness or just the desire
to test her theory, she inched up onto the dais, got comfortable and crossed
her legs, letting the red leather, high-heeled mule dangle from her foot. She
heard the subtle hitch in his breath, and caught the not-too-subtle stare at
her foot, as if the tiny bounce of her shoe was the most fascinating show in
town.
    The smile that graced her lips couldn’t be stopped even if
she wanted to. Raw power sizzled through her veins and for a moment, she was in
control. As soft and sexy as she could make her voice sound, she asked, “My
talents, Mr. Lyndsay?”
    “Among other things,” he added as he met her gaze.
    The predatory look he gave her sent lightning bolts straight
to her pussy, but she refused to let him see the way he shook her up inside.
Instead, she sat straight with her eyes leveled on his and accepted his
unspoken challenge. If he wanted to play, then so could she. What harm would it
do to tease a man—a younger man at that?
    “Other things?” she asked in the most provocative tone she
could manage and still breathe, while looking into those mind-boggling eyes.
Temair leaned forward, accentuating the full curve of her breasts and achieved
a small victory. His gaze immediately dropped to her cleavage as she continued.
“Are you interested in seeing my…” she paused for effect before stating on a husky
breath, “designs?”
    His eyes seemed to darken with desire as they lifted to meet
hers and she damn near melted on the spot. She was playing with fire and wasn’t
sure if she could handle it. There wasn’t one quivering ounce of her that
intended to let him know of her insecurities. She liked this game. Never had
she been so turned-on without even being touched. His eyes extended a promise
she hoped desperately he would keep.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement by the
doorway at the far end of the conference room. Temair straightened at the same
moment Evan slid back into business mode. His hooded gaze shifted to normal,
but not before one last quick perusal of her legs from toe to the apex of her
thighs. She swallowed hard when his cool stare captured hers with a secret heat
that made her tremble inwardly, all the way to her painted toenails.
    Before Deidre got close enough to interrupt or overhear,
Evan quietly asked for her number, which he jotted on the back of one of his
cards and tucked into his inside jacket pocket.
    “Until later,” he stated with a nod as he stood and met
Deidre midway.
    Deidre shot menacing glares her way as Evan escorted her
out. Not one of which penetrated the phenomenal sensation that encapsulated
Temair’s soul. Her spirits were set on high and not even Deidre would bring her
down. A younger man showed an interest in her. Not just any younger man, but
one of the hottest, sexiest men she had met in a long time.
    Damn, what was she going to do about it?
    Temair gathered her wits and forced her legs not to wobble
when she stood. She’d given him her cell phone number. If he called—well, she’d
worry about it then.
    If he called.

Chapter Four
     
    Luck was on her side. One of the biggest jewelry brokerages
visited her booth and requested a future meeting with her after the trade show
was over. It may or may not lead to a contract, but this was the closest she’d
ever come to getting her foot in the door. If just one of them commissioned her
work, the notoriety would boost her sales and bring much-needed publicity for
her shop.
    Temair studied her reflection in her competitor’s
floor-length mirror. Red was a good color for her after all. Feeling pretty had
her acting pretty, and it didn’t hurt her ego had gotten a little boost in the
form of a few spoken words from a younger man. She made sure she spoke to every
person who walked anywhere