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thought, causing
the coolness in her blood to warm once again. Yes, she ought to take control of
this situation, demand what she wanted. That was a role she was used to, at
least professionally. In sexual terms, she’d always allowed men to take the
lead but tonight could be different. She’d ordered a service. It was up to her
to ensure she got exactly what she’d paid for.
    “I’m sorry,” David said, the hint of impatience gone. “That
was rude of me. I’m not handling this well.”
    “It’s all right. I appreciate that you’re not the type to
play games.”
    It was true. This would be so much easier if she approached
the situation as she should have from the very beginning—like a business
transaction. She took another sip of her champagne, studying him over the rim
of her flute. The crystal caught the ambient lighting in the room and turned it
to bursts of color.
    He was genuinely appealing. She didn’t even care that he
hadn’t shaved before meeting her. The fine shadow of stubble gracing his jaw
and upper lip was raw and sexy, another reminder that this man wasn’t like the
impeccably groomed men of wealth and influence she usually encountered. The way
he met her appraisal without shying away made liquid excitement infuse her.
    At length, he asked, “What’s going through your mind about
me, Sarah?”
    Sarah held her breath and plunged in. “I suppose I’m
wondering how long it’s going to take for you to kiss me.”
     
    To say that was the last thing David had expected to hear
would have understated his shock dramatically.
    Kiss Sarah? He’d been thinking of little else since he first
slipped into the lift. Had his interest been that obvious? How bloody
embarrassing. Heat flushed his face. It intensified when Sarah laughed.
“You’re a very intriguing man, David.”
    “The sentiment is mutual, Miss Harr—”
    She held up a hand to halt the formality. “Don’t you dare
start calling me that now.”
    That was a fair request, considering she’d already worked
out he’d been undressing her in his mind since the second he laid eyes on her.
David considered apologizing again but he was beginning to sound ridiculous.
The adage his mother taught him had served him well throughout his life. Honesty
is the best policy. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t find you extremely
attractive, Sarah.”
    She smiled. “I’d hate for you to tell a lie.”
    David responded to the curve of her lips in kind. “You won’t
hold the fact I’m acting like a tongue-tied adolescent against me, will you?”
    “Why would I? It’s very cute.”
    David’s heart gave a solid thump because she’d labeled him
cute. Get a grip, Genero. “And you must be used to men falling all over
you. You’re handling me so well.”
    Interest flared in her eyes and David wondered if “handling
me” was the right term to use. The images it conjured made the already significant
issue he was dealing with in his trousers worse. Sarah’s fingers were long and
tapered as they held the champagne flute, her fingernails French tipped and
shiny white. David couldn’t help but imagine those pretty hands stroking up and
down his cock, fondling his balls.
    “What I’m not used to,” she said, “is reticent men.”
    “Meaning?” David choked the query out, still distracted by
the thought of her toying with his dick.
    “When I said I wondered when you were going to kiss me, I
never said I didn’t want you to.”
    For the second time in as many minutes, Sarah had managed to
shock David dumb. She didn’t shy away but let him see the desire, the
amusement, behind her bold stare. Then she took a single step forward and
turned her face, proffering her cheek.
    The wild pounding of David’s heart slowed—a little. Was this
some American custom he’d never heard of? People in France kissed each other on
the cheek all the time, even the blokes. So maybe filthy-rich heiresses from
New York did it too.
    Well, he didn’t want to be