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meal.”
    Nick grinned. “Order whatever you want,” he said. “I hope you’re not one of those women that eats like a rabbit.”
    “Please. Have you looked at this figure?” she asked ruefully.
    Nick drank in the sight of her. “Absolutely.”
    Michelle looked down at the tablecloth. His gaze was so intense. Sohungry . Slow tendrils of arousal snaked their way sinuously between her legs.
    Nick sensed that she was turned on, and smiled to himself, transferring his attention to the menu. “Anyway, I think I’m going to have the lobster.” He peered over the top of the menu. “Have you decided?”
    “I think I’ll have the New York strip,” Michelle announced. “Medium well, with everything but sour cream on the potato.”
    “Now you’re talking!” The waiter arrived with their drinks, and Nick ordered for them both. After the young man left, he settled back in his chair. “So, tell me about yourself.”
    “I hate it when people say that,” Michelle muttered. “I never know what to talk about.”
    “Well, what about your music?” Nick asked. “How did you get interested in performing?”
    “I always loved to sing,” Michelle answered. “And I used to listen to the radio and sing with it all day long when I was a kid. My mom finally got tired of all the noise and sent me to voice lessons. That way, she got an hour of peace every day. Then, when I was a teen, some people I knew started a rock band and I convinced them to let me front it. We did the birthday party, graduation celebration, anniversary thing for a while.”
    She paused to take a sip of her tea. “Anyway, one day we were playing at the tenth anniversary of this guy who owned a club in Manhattan. He was really impressed, and asked if we were interested in becoming a club band. Of course we said yes.”
    “So, you lived in Manhattan.”
    “A suburb of New York City, actually.”
    Nick smiled. “And the rest is history?”
    “Not exactly.” Michelle added a little more sugar to her tea and sat stirring it as she talked. “I had met a guy at the club. His name was Alex. He had just graduated law school at the top of his class. He was a hot property at one of the biggest firms in New York—up and coming, good-looking, all that jazz. We ended up getting married.”
    “You don’t sound all that happy about it,” Nick offered.
    “Well, in the end it turned out not to be such a great thing.” She eyed Nick across the table. “Are you sure you want to hear all this?”
    “Yes.” Nick leaned forward. “I want to know everything about you.”
    Michelle studied him for a moment, trying to decide if he was being truthful or playing games. Did she really want to tell a guy she’d just met her life story?Why not, she decided. If he’s not interested in anything but sex, maybe my baggage will scare him off.And, even if thatwas all he wanted, hadn’t she decided that would be okay?
    She realized he was waiting, and self-consciously cleared her throat. “Alex and I were all wrapped up in the life we were living. We spent money like it was water, but I have to give him credit. He invested a lot, and part of what supports me now is money I got during the divorce, from our investments. By the time we had been married for three years, we were very comfortable, and I was living the kind of life teenage girls dream of—singing at a popular club, dozens of fans, a lawyer husband. We vacationed at Martha’s Vineyard, spent weekends in the Hamptons with some of Alex’s high-profile clients. Then I got pregnant.” She sighed, rubbing her finger around the rim of her glass. Nick watched, imagined her drawing tight, cool circles on the head of his cock, and shivered.
    At that moment, the waiter arrived with their food. Nick laughed as they both asked for extra butter. “A girl after my own heart.”
    Michelle found herself relaxing a little. Nick seemed genuinely interested in her, and she began to think maybe she hadn’t made a complete fool