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private room. Think the three of you can handle it?”
    “No problem,” I replied. I was quite sure two of us could do it fine.  There would be twenty people.  They would bus the food out to us as well as the drinks so the difficult part was handled.
    “Are they all here already?”
    “Yeah, they had reservations for six o’clock.”
    I laughed.  “They must’ve thought we have an early bird or something.”
    The three of us headed over to the private room.  The guys always like to let me take the lead because I had a knack for describing food...or so they said.  I think they just like to weasel out of doing it. I really didn’t mind though because they always gave me a hand when I needed it in delivering my entrees.
    I went over each of the appetizer and dinner specials and then we took their drink orders.  I’d been right about the group.  They were first year fellows coming in to do their training in trauma surgery. I smiled tightly at the first few I hit.  I made my way around the group until I got to the fifth person. 
    “I’ll have a Grey Goose extra dirty martini with extra olives.”
    Okay, first off that was my favorite drink.  Second, his voice sounded like rich waves tumbling over smooth rocks.  I lifted my eyes and they landed on sizzling smoky gray, bedroom orbs that were heavily fringed in onyx lashes.  My gaze drifted south to a mouth defined by full sensuous lips. I stared as his tongue peeked out and ran across his lower lip, slowly, teasingly. I swallowed and lifted my eyes north again to safer ground. Chiseled face emphasized by high cheekbones wasn’t exactly what I’d call safe either. Then I noticed his dark hair was thick and curled softly around the nape of his neck.  This odd urge overcame me and I had to grip down hard on my pad and pen, for I wanted to brush aside an unruly curl that fell across his forehead.
    Fucking gorgeous. What the hell Lex? Get your mind on the game here!
    I heard someone clear his throat so I nodded and moved along to the next customer. By the time I finished, I was sweating profusely.
    JC, he put the spell on me! Dayam, he sure had some kind of mojo working there.
    I practically threw my order at the bartender and dashed to the restroom.  Grabbing a handful of paper towels, I jammed them into my armpits and dabbed up the unhealthy level of moisture that had formed there.  Who the hell was I kidding?  That wasn’t moisture.  That was pure T flood waters gushing out of my pores.
    Shithelldamn! How the hell am I gonna wait on him now?
    I tossed the towels into the trash, washed my hands, dried them and ran back to the bar to collect the tray of drinks. It was ginormous.  Joe, Sam or any of my runners must've been busy elsewhere because they were nowhere to be found, so I hefted up the tray and headed to my table.
    I watched Smoky Eyes as I approached and I could feel his eyes as he was downright staring at me.  I set the tray down carefully and then started handing everyone their drinks.  When I got to him, he took the drink from my hand, briefly touching me with his pinky.  I shivered.
    What the hell Lex? It was his damn pinky! Get a grip for Christ’s sake.
    My hand was shaking as I reached for the next glass and I knew he saw it. I could feel the heat of his eyes as they bore into me as I moved along the table.  When I finished, Joe and Sam made an appearance with their drinks and then it was time to take their appetizer orders.
    I reviewed the specials again, my voice shaking with nervous tension.
    “Does anyone have any questions?” I asked.
    “I do,” Smoky Eyes said. He grinned at me, and of course, a perfect set of teeth, minus a slight chip on his left front tooth, accompanied the rest of his perfect self.
    “Yes?” I countered, as I swallowed around the thickness that had formed in my throat.
    “Can you tell me about the oysters?” he purred.
    “Um,” I swallowed again, “since it’s July, our oysters are pretty much