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here because he'd damn
near blackmailed her into it. But he didn't care. A tiny part of him wanted a
familiar face from work to see them together tonight. Bragging rights would be
his. But for the most part he wanted Casey to see him as more than a colleague,
more than someone who fetched her coffee. A whole lot more than her whipping
boy.
    I wonder if she's into whips and
chains? He stifled the erotic thought.
    "By the way, I don't do naked
on a first date." She'd finally stopped laughing, spent a few reverent
moments worshipping the mounded perfection of her baked potato and declared her
steak to be a tender dream come true.
    "Damn." Phil wickedly
grinned. "And here I wasn't even sure this was a date." He
munched contemplatively on a fry.
    "What would you call it
then?"
    "A feeling out process?"
    She raised an eyebrow wryly.
"Seriously? Wanna rephrase that?"
    "That's feeling out not
feeling up , but yeah." He chuckled and reached for the ketchup.
"Poor choice of words. However, continuing that theme, if this was a date, what number would it have to be for you to consider sex an
option?"
    "You sure you're not in the
legal department? That question needs a few amendments and sidebar
thingies."
    He rolled his eyes and drowned
another French fry before popping it into his mouth. "Har har."
    She grinned and arranged the
toppings on a piece of potato to her satisfaction. He watched her close her
eyes in pleasure as she tasted, chewed and finally swallowed. "God. If
there's no sour cream and bacon on baked potatoes in heaven, I'm not
going."
    "Christ. That is so hot."
    "What?" She blinked at
him.
    "Watching you having a
vegetable orgasm."
    She gasped, then choked on a laugh.
"Damn. I wasn't expecting that one."
    "Neither was I." He wiped
his brow dramatically. "Do that again and I'll have to change my
pants."
    She wrinkled her nose at him.
"Oh please. Food's not that sexy."
    "It is the way you eat
it."
    Amazingly, she blushed.
"Uhhh."
    Now was a perfect time for Phil to
launch into his spiel, the one he'd rehearsed in his dreams. He'd whisper to
Casey how he wanted to spend about a month buried between her thighs, with a
full-blown case of priapism so he could do nothing else but have sex with her
twenty-four hours a day.
    But at the last minute he decided to
keep it simple. For now. "Don't worry. I just want to know everything
about you. Making you laugh, and even blush, is all part of the learning process."
    "Hmm. Wouldn't playing truth or
dare be easier, or maybe twenty questions?"
    Phil looked at her. Perhaps it was
time to delve a little deeper. He opted for honesty. "I don't like playing
those games, Casey. Especially not with you, since I've waited for an evening
like this for a long time. But in the interests of fairness, I'll make it a
level playing field. You can ask me anything and I'll tell you the truth. You
have my no-bullshit guarantee."
    Casey watched his eyes, noting how
steady they were, how intense. He never looked away, but was totally focused on
her. That knowledge shot an empowering thrill through her spine. She was amazed
at how good she felt right at that moment, and how physically aroused she was
becoming.
    At this moment, she was sure she
could ask him for anything—anything at all—and he'd do it for her. From
something as casual as ordering another drink to something as intimate as
dropping to his knees and licking her pussy. And God, didn't that image
jolt her belly with a liquid shiver of want.
    She took a sip from her glass and
fought for control over her dampening sex. "Here's a question for you
then, seeing as you've given me your guarantee." She looked at him.
"You ever have a one night stand?"
    He shook his head a little and sighed.
"Yep. A friend set me up and actually it was terrible. We went to dinner
and as soon as we got to the car she went down on me." He raised his
eyebrows and cocked a finger in her direction. "Just a warning here. Sex
in a vehicle with a stick shift transmission can be