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The small, unexpected gesture made her belly flutter.
    “Jennifer notified me of your delay,” he said.
    “Oh, that’s a relief.” Abby put her purse and proposal folder on the chair next to her and made a mental note to ask HR if it was too soon to give Jenna a raise.
    A waiter in a black suit and starched white shirt approached the table and Stephen acknowledged him with a nod. “I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine,” he said, gesturing to the bottle on the table and the rich, red liquid in the glass in front of him. “But if you would prefer a cocktail, the restaurant has a full bar.”
    Abby was impressed by Stephen’s manners, even if they were a bit stiff. He was more polished than any other person she knew. So smooth, so handsome, so in control. She pinched herself under the table to make sure she wasn’t dreaming – and to remind herself that this was a business meeting rather than a date.
    “Wine would be great,” she said. The waiter poured the red liquid in her glass and she smiled at him. “Thank you.”
    “I’ll give you two a few moments to look over the menu,” the waiter said before slipping away.
    “So, I guess you heard that Martha couldn’t make it,” Abby said, stating the obvious.
    “Yes, she informed me that something had come up,” Stephen replied, picking up his menu and studying it intently. Abby followed his lead but was so nervous that she could barely concentrate on the words, although the menu prices seemed to jump off the page. She swallowed a gasp. Dinner for two was going to cost as much as her rent!
    He closed his menu and set it aside. “How was your first day at Blake Foods?”
    “Good. Informative. I put together some notes to go over with you.”
    “Excellent.” Stephen paused before leaning across the table with an intense look on his face. “As you are undoubtedly aware, this diet desserts line is critical to the future of Blake Foods. I’m confident that your ideas for improving the taste and quality of our desserts will be invaluable.”
    Abby’s lips parted slightly as she stared into his eyes. “I promise I won’t let you down, sir. Being a part of your team is more than just a job for me. It’s hard to explain, but I almost feel like being a part of Blake Foods is my calling.”
    Stephen smiled. “I’m so glad to hear you say that, Miss Branson, because I have something very important to ask you.”
    Abby swallowed a large drink of wine for liquid courage and leaned forward as well, temporarily lost in his dark, smoldering eyes and warm, inviting smile.
    Please let it be, ‘What are you doing for the next 50 years?’!
    “Ask me anything,” she said, breathless with anticipation.
    “I’m anxious to hear your ideas for improving our diet desserts because you seem to understand our customer demographic so well. And that brings me to my question.”
    “Yes?”
    He paused. “What motivates women like you?”
    In a flash, Abby’s heart sank and her eyes narrowed. She gulped down the rest of her wine before asking, “What do you mean by women like me ?”
    ~~~
    F rom the tone of her voice, Stephen realized he had said something wrong and he silently cursed Martha for being right about his inability to carry on a simple conversation in the presence of Abby Branson. But before he could apologize and salvage the situation, the waiter returned to take their order.
    “May I suggest the six-ounce petite filet with steamed vegetables?” Stephen said, recommending the meal that his typical female companions ordered.
    “You may, but women like me prefer bigger pieces of meat.” Abby turned toward the waiter. “I’ll have the 24-ounce porterhouse, medium, with double mashed potatoes, no veggies.”
    “Excellent choice, miss,” the waiter replied. “Would you like to add a salad to your meal?”
    “Absolutely. I’ll have the Caesar salad with extra dressing.”
    Suppressing a grin, the waiter turned toward Stephen. “And for you,