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will to curse himself for revealing his hand so easily
to her.  He ought to have drawn out her unease, allowing her to believe he
was displeased with her results.  He couldn’t have her thinking he was too
eager to bring her into Remy’s .
    “Wait
until you taste my chocolate cake.”  She smiled wider, evening out that
lopsided grin into something even more wickedly endearing.  “I’ve been
reading over your offer, and I’m quite delighted with it.”
    He
laughed, and the sound shocked them both.  Eyes wide, she searched his
face, the passing of her gaze a scalding heat.  Damn, it’d been years
since he’d actually laughed.  No, chuckled.  Laughter didn’t convey
the amount of merriment he’d heard in his own response.
    What
the hell’s wrong with me?  Has she drugged me?  
    Not
in a million years would he behave so stupidly at a business meeting, and this
was certainly a meeting of the highest priority.  His entire life depended
on its success.  He must have Clare Remy at his side.  She would
break the curse.
    She
must.  She’s my only hope.
    Despite
that thought, he couldn’t feel alarm.  Not with the sinful promise of
dessert that might be even better than the first two courses.
    “However,
there are a few items I’d like to discuss further with you.”
    “Of
course.”
    She
beamed at him.  “I’m so glad you’re not going to be difficult to handle.”
    He
frowned.  Difficult?  Toddlers were difficult.  Calculus was
difficult.  Yiorgos Michelopoulos was formidable.  A force to be
reckoned with.  Not tolerated.
    She
waved her hand and Dmitri appeared, once more whisking away the dirty
dishes. 
    Oh,
bliss, Yiorgos could already smell the earthy scent of chocolate, promising sin
and dark luxury, a hint of berry.  Maybe raspberry? 
    Very
solemnly, she leaned forward, assessing his face.  “I must warn you before
I allow you to taste my dessert, Mr. Michelopoulos.”
    Did
she think she could gain his secrets so easily?  He had to admit that with
the cake making him drool, he might be tempted to babble anything just to get
some of that temptation.  The scent of chocolate held his attention like a
dog obsessed with its ball.  At this point, she could balance the damned
plate on his nose and he’d sit here obediently, waiting for the first bite.
    Irritated,
he reached for his own plate.  She closed her hand over his. 
Surprisingly strong despite her smaller size, she held him firmly, keeping him
from sliding the dessert plate closer.  “I’m serious, Mr.
Michelopoulos.  I wouldn’t have you accuse me of trickery later. 
This cake is dangerously good.  I call it ‘Death by Chocolate’ for a
reason.”
    Until
Dmitri let out a snort, Yiorgos hadn’t even realized he was still standing at
their table.  “Fine,” he said sharply, keeping Dmitri under close watch to
ensure he didn’t try to remove the dessert plates too quickly.  The man
was a damned whirlwind when it came to cleaning tables.  “Dmitri’s my
witness.  I heard your warning and I’m not afraid of your cake, Ms. Remy.”
    “And
you’ll allow me to write in a few changes to the contract you so generously
offer?”
    “What
changes?”
    She
smiled apologetically.  “I told you that I wasn’t completely pleased with
a few of the stipulations.  On page three, you state that I should be
compensated at the rate of one hundred thousand a year.”
    “Fine,
fine.”  He waved a hand at the paper.  “Double it.  Next?”
    She
blinked, opening and closing her mouth as though he’d managed to shock the
sense right out of her.  “That wasn’t what I meant, sir.  I thought
it way too high.”
    “You
cook like a maestro.  You’re worth it.  Next?”
    “One
page four…”  She flipped through the contract.  “You failed to detail
which of us would be responsible for maintaining the restaurant’s larder during
this period of employment.”
    “Of
course I will.”  He gave a hard push against