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name.
     
     
    Mom’s
going to assume the worst.   Clare checked her watch again.  Nearly
3:00 A.M.  Only partygoers and criminals would be out and about in Joplin
this time of night.  Certainly not virgins.
    She’d
tried to slip away twice already, but each time she stood up, Mr. Michelopoulos
demanded another piece of cake.  Despite her warnings and protests, he’d
had three pieces already.  At least he’d eaten them slowly, dissecting
each piece layer by layer as though he were determined to discern her secret
recipe by taste alone.  Hopefully the hours in between had evened out the
flow of magic into him or he was going to be severely hung over in the morning.
    This
morning.  Whatever.
    She
spared a quick glance at the door over her shoulder and caught Dmitri’s worried
gaze.  She nodded and he came to their table immediately.  Using her
briskest, cheeriest voice, she said, “It’s time for bed, Mr. Michelopoulos.”
    “Not
yet.”  His words slurred and he propped his face up with his hand as
though he might fall face-first into the half-eaten piece of cake before
him.  “I need to know the truth.”
    Ignoring
his protests, she stood and gently took his arm while Dmitri took his
other.  “What truth?”
    “How
do you make all those intricate layers?  Separate but united. 
Different yet the same.”  He stood on his own power, but swayed
slightly.  He smiled down at her, his eyes like liquid fire in the dimmed
lighting.  “It’s amazing.  I can’t figure out how you did it.”
    Her
heart warmed at his praise, while her body went squirmy at his nearness. 
Up close and personal, his size was intimidating.  He wasn’t that much taller,
exactly, but his personality was formidable.  Larger than life, wicked as
sin, and half drunk on her magic, Yiorgos Michelopoulos was adorably gorgeous
without that condescending arrogance.
    Pure
temptation.
    Guilt
churned her stomach but she pushed that emotion away.  She couldn’t regret
using the man’s own arrogance to ensnare him.  He’d swindled her father
out of his restaurant and his power, stealing her inheritance as a
result. 
    No
matter how many spells I have to cast, I’ll do whatever necessary to regain the
Remy ring.
    Yiorgos
leaned down even more, his dark gaze pulling her inexorably closer.  So
close she could smell the spice of his cologne.  If his mouth had been
watering over her dessert, now she was the one embarrassed by the instant surge
of hunger flooding her senses.  He smelled like Snickerdoodle cookies,
cinnamon and cloves, dusted with sugar.
    Her
favorite.
    Oh
so dangerous, this game she played.
    “Tell
me your secret.”  He breathed against her ear, his lips a faint caress
that made her knees tremble.  “I must know.  Please.”
    Closing
her eyes, she allowed herself to pretend, just for a moment, that he might
really want her as a woman.  That she could flirt and seduce without fear
of losing her entire livelihood.  All the wonderful fantasies she’d read
about in her favorite books and dreamed all these years could come true. 
    For
one sweet second, she even nestled her face against the hot velvet of his neck,
brushing her cheek against his firm jaw.  Then she raised her mouth to his
ear and let her own warm breath torment him.  “Magic.”
    “I
knew it.”  He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her deeper into
his embrace.  “You really are a witch.”
    Regret
made her eyes burn with what she could never have.  Pain crushed her
chest, strangling her.  She stepped out of his embrace and gave a sheepish
shrug to Dmitri.  “He’s going to be rather fuzzy until the chocolate wears
off.”
    “What
should I do for him?”
    The
urge to swipe her fingers through Yiorgos’s hair to tame that wild dark mane
made her fist her hands at her sides.  “Just take care of him.”  Like
I never can.   “Put him to bed.  He’ll be fine in the morning.”
    “Did
you drug him?  Is that how you got