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her grip, keeping her
attention on his right hand, while he reached over with his left to snag the
plate.  The Remy ring glinted in the candlelight, casting a blood-red glow
on her face.  For a moment, he swore her lips tightened and her eyes
flashed with raw emotion.  Hatred, retribution, condemnation.  He
couldn’t be sure, although it was harsh enough that some of the bliss created by
her food faded.
    Until
he took the first bite of that dangerous cake.  Damn it, he’d forgotten to
go slowly, to savor that first bite.  Already the chocolate melted on his
tongue, a molten heat spreading down his throat.  She had to have drugged
it somehow.  The chocolate slipped deeper into his body, cascading alarms
throughout his nervous system.  His brain went on high alert.
    System
overload. 
    Too
many layers.  Too many fabulous sensations for his tongue to keep up.
    Actually
that was the problem…or the beauty…in her dessert.  She’d managed to
create thin layers of chocolate cake, varying by texture and type of chocolate,
so that one bite carried dozens of flavors at the same time.  Milk and
dark, sweet cream and sharp bite mixed with just enough raspberry to give it
that extra kick from “too sweet” to “perfect.”
    He
opened his mouth to speak, but it took him several tries to get the circuit
from his brain to his mouth to work.  “What else?”
    She
listed off some other nonsense about dress code in his restaurant, the number
of employees she’d supervise, and most of all—at least as far as she would ever
comprehend until it was too late—the crux of the contract.  She would help Remy’s win that coveted gold star this year…or suffer his wrath.  Win
or lose, she’s going to break this damned curse if I have to lie, cheat, or
simply take her to my bed.
    Something
that might have been guilt bubbled up in his stomach like corrosive acid, but
quickly disintegrated beneath the next bite of chocolate cake.
     “May
I?  Mr. Michelopoulos, didn’t you hear me?  I need to know if that’s
acceptable to you.  If not, I’m really afraid that we can’t do business
together.  I’ll have to leave no matter how much I want to stay and help
you.”
    He
pulled the plate closer and used the fork to gently lift out the top layer so
he could sample it alone.  “Yes, yes, whatever.”
    Dmitri
gasped.  “Yiorgos!”
    Unbelievable. 
The top layer of thick buttercream frosting was good enough he’d like to paint
her entire body with it so he could lick it off.  And he hated
frosting.  “Have you forgotten who gave you this job?”
    His
old friend stiffened like he’d punched him.  In a way, he had.  “Of
course not, Mr. Michelopoulos.  May I be of any further service, sir?”
    “Not
unless you’re going to bring me another piece of cake.”
    Clare
gently shook her head.  “I’m afraid not, Mr. Michelopoulos.  It’s too
dangerous.  Why, think of your blood sugar!  The calories! 
You’d hate me tomorrow, and if we settle this contract, then we’ll be stuck
with each other until Remy’s is awarded the star next month.”
    “I
don’t give a damn about the calories.”  He carefully lifted out a bite of
the next layer.  Sugary, almost crispy.  How’d she do that without
making it soggy as it baked?  If she’d baked each layer individually, it’d
be impossible to fit them all together seamlessly.  It looked like one
sinfully delicious cake, not twenty individual thin cakes.  “You must work
here, Ms. Remy.  I need you.  So signed the damned contract and eat
your cake, or I’m going to.”
    She
smiled warmly and squeezed his right hand.  Had she been touching him this
whole time?  He couldn’t remember.  She scribbled a few lines on the
contract and then pushed it over to him.  With a flourish, he signed below
her name and shoved the papers aside.  Some of them fluttered to the floor
but he didn’t care.
    Not
with Death by Chocolate Cake calling his