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feeling that Calvin Neutzel wouldn’t be far behind. They were all young, rich and good-looking. What was their problem? Why would they resort to hiring her as their sexual entertainment? She wasn’t exactly a turning-heads type. Was there something wrong with them?
    She sipped her water until Nigel brought in the first course. It was some kind of shrimp wrapped in pastry and drizzled with herb-scented sauce. Whatever it was, it tasted delicious. They ate in silence. David seemed to be the type of person who didn’t want to talk during dinner, so Samantha kept her mouth shut and just enjoyed the food.
    Nigel kept bringing dish upon dish until she couldn’t eat another bite. When the butler declared it was dessert time, she thought she was going to burst. Her gown bustier had squeezed her diaphragm to the max. She couldn’t eat as much as she wanted to.
    Nigel served David dessert. A rectangular chocolate cake layered with mousse and cream adorned the middle of the square plate. “I have a sweet tooth,” he confessed. “I couldn’t let a day go by without something delicious and sweet.”
    “Really?”
    “Aren’t you going to eat that?”
    Samantha stared at her plate with regret. If David allowed her out of this deathly contraption called a bustier, she might have room for a spoonful of the cake. “Maybe I’ll have a taste.”
    “Good. Then come over here.”
    “Sir?”
    David pushed his chair back slightly and patted his lap. “Come here,” he repeated.
    She shot straight from her seat before her thoughts fully registered into her mind. She edged towards David and settled in his lap awkwardly. David circled an arm around her waist and drew her closer. Her heart fluttered. Warmth radiated from him. He smelt nice. The fresh-laundered scent of his shirt. The masculine-scented soap he had used. Tangerine. Cinnamon? Anyway, David smelt seductive and sexy.
    Their gazes held and David smiled. Sam wanted to fan herself. She had never met a man like David or Adam in person. They were elegant and refined and everything about them demonstrated high taste. Unlike Jared or her co-workers in the factory, who were fond of beer, football and making toilet jokes.
    David ran his hand over her dress. From her shoulder. Bustier. Belly. Thigh. He seemed to like the pink stockings. David hitched the hem of her gown up to the hips. He craned his neck forward as if he wanted to see if her panties matched the rest of her ensemble. A purr of satisfaction rolled out from his throat when he found her dressed the way he liked. She stiffened unintentionally. David touched her panties. Slipped his fingers on her mons and down to the hood of her sex. She moistened.
    “Nice.”
    He muttered to himself, sounding thoroughly pleased with her reaction.
    He grabbed the fork and cut the cake. “Try it. It’s Chantilly cake. Sweet coconut cream. Light gateau. Morgan makes the best Chantilly cake around.”
    “Morgan?”
    “Our cook.”
    “Oh.” Sam took a bite off the proffered fork. “Mmm.” It was sublime. She usually didn’t care for coconut, but this was incredible. The sweet cream was smooth, basking her palate with satiny consistency that tasted beyond scrumptious. She was full, but she had more room for the cake.
    “Good?” David’s eyes shone.
    She nodded.
    “Delicious. Like you.” David put the fork down and collected a big dollop of the Chantilly cream with his fingers. Instead of putting them into his mouth, he smeared the cream on the exposed skin between her shoulder and her neck. David made a hungry purring sound and licked her.
    “Oh.” A surge of heat swept through her body. His lick was devastatingly good. Paralysing pleasure coiled at the base of her spine. David mumbled something she didn’t understand. But from the sound of it, he liked the way her body responded to his seduction. He withdrew his fingers.
    David eased forward and cleared the table with his arm. The beautiful china and glasses hit the floor and