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a burning flame. The bluntness of his comment shocks and excites me all at once.
    “So is that what this is all about? You want to fuck me?”   I can be blunt too. He doesn’t flinch.
    “Of course I want to. I expect every man that sees you would like to as well.” He delivers this comment as casually as discussing the dinner menu. His eyes shift up and that intense stare of his burns through me. “But I’m not going to. Not yet anyway.”
    I glare at him. What the hell is this game? I don’t know if I should feel insulted or relieved. He knows what he’s doing, and it’s pissing me off. He’s not even looking at me, which pisses me off even more.
    “Have you considered that maybe I don’t want you to fuck me so it doesn’t really matter what you want?”
    He runs the tip of his finger over the rim of his wine glass. “Why don’t we just see how it goes?”
    Bastard. He knows damn well I’m bluffing. I lower my head when the server appears with our food. I know my face is bright red from anger and lust. Damn him. He’s obviously not gay.
    I’m starving so I ’ m thankful for the distraction as a variety of small dishes, all tastier than the one before it, arrives at the table.
    I don’t even know what to say at this point. My mind races thinking of how the rest of this conversation is going to play out . How dare he talk to me like that? Still, it’s so sexy. I want to be mad, but it’s hard when I’m so turned on. Dammit.
    I distract myself from the tension by focusing on my food. I look up, and Enzo is watching me stuff a fried rice ball in my mouth. It has melted mozzarella cheese in the middle, and it is gooey and creamy goodness.
    “What?” I ask , my mouth full as I chew.
    “Nothing at all Miss Bradshaw.” He sits back in his chair chewing a small olive and holding his wine glass in the other. Feeling self-conscious, I swallow and sit back.
    “Please don’t stop on my account.”
    “I think I’m full now.”
    He leans across the table, grabs a small rice ball, and pops it in his mouth , chewing slowly and deliberately. My my my.
    “Please have another one.” He hand s me another rice ball. I reach for it, but he stops.
    “Open your mouth.”
    Huh?
    I open my mouth as instructed. He reaches over and puts the rice ball in my mouth. I chew slowly, keeping eye contact with him, feeling electricity shoot through my body.
    “There’s nothing sexier to me than a woman enjoying her food.” He holds my stare for a moment.
    He sits back in his seat and takes another drink of wine. He’s completely calm, and I am practically jumping out of my seat with excitement.
    This man is so frustrating. He knows he’s seducing me yet he tells me he’s not? If he keeps this up, there will be no way I can stick to my plan. Not sure I want to at this point even after his earlier comment.
    Paolo returns , interrupting our food play, and we enthusiastically praise the dinner. A fter saying our goodbyes to Paulo and Sylvia , w e rise to begin our short walk back to my room.
    I try for lighthearted, non-sexual innuendo conversation.
    “Where are you staying Enzo?”
    “Next door to you.”
    Oh. He stops at my door and opens it for me.
    “Ava, what I said earlier, I do hope I haven’t upset you. I always just say what I mean. It avoids confusion.” His tone still smacks of arrogance. He’s not really apologizing as much as just explaining himself.
    What do I say to this? I don’t even know if I am upset. I’m a jumble of emotions right now.
    “I can handle you Enzo.” I’m not at all sure that’s true.
    “Yes, I believe you can. I do hope you sleep well, Ava.”
    What? No kiss? After all that. Wait, I shouldn’t want a kiss. Oh Lord, this is so confusing.  
    “I’m sure I will. And thank you.”
    “My pleasure Ava.” He takes my hand and plants a chaste kiss on both cheeks. I inhale his closeness. Man he smells good.
    “If you need anything I’m right next door.” 
    He pauses and stares