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if trying to decipher what he meant by playing rough . He bent to kiss her, wanting to taste her full raspberry lips. She let him, kissing back a little, but remaining cautious.
    “Come on,” he said, leading her to his car. He held the door for her and helped her in. He climbed in on his side and started up the car. When he dived out into traffic, she white-knuckled the dashboard. “Relax. I’m not going to crash the car. I may drive aggressively, but I always know what I’m doing.”
    She gave a nervous laugh and eased her hands away from the dash. “Sorry. It’s not your driving. I just get nervous these days. This city has some crazy drivers.”
    “Where are you from originally?”
    “Kansas.”
    “How did you end up in the Windy City?”
    “I followed my first serious boyfriend out here. I was nineteen, just out of beauty school, and he fancied himself a comedian. He wanted to perform with Second City.”
    “Did he?”
    “Nope.”
    “How long did he last here?”
    She grinned. “Two and a half years. That’s one year longer than we lasted as a couple.”
    “But you stayed. You like it here?”
    “I love Chicago. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
    “Me neither.”
    “Were you born here?”
    “Yeah. First generation American.”
    “Your parents were from Sicily?”
    “Yep.”
    “Are they still around? I’m sorry — do you mind my asking personal questions?”
    “I don’t mind this question. Some I might,” he said, softening the words with quirked lips. “Both my parents are dead but I have a ton of extended family.”
    “I’ll bet,” she muttered.
    He gave her a raised eyebrow. “Don’t get sassy.”
    She looked surprised at the reprimand. “Touchy subject?”
    He nodded. “The Family is off-limits for conversation. For your safety and mine,” he said as he pulled into the parking garage for the Trump International Hotel and found a spot.
    She shivered at his warning.
    “Don’t worry, Lex,” he said, getting out and walking around to open her door.
    She climbed out before he reached it.
    “You’re safe. It doesn’t concern you and it won’t ever concern you. That’s the point of keeping it off-limits. Capisce ?”
    She nodded, but he had a feeling he had lost her. She looked wary now, and partway shut down. Taking her hand, he led her to the lobby and asked for a luxury suite. The clerk gave him the keycard and directed them to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, he nudged her back against the wall, nuzzling and nipping at her neck.
    “Still nervous?”
    “No.”
    “Liar. I can feel you trembling,” he murmured in her ear. “Unless that’s desire?”
    She gave him a playful elbow in the ribs and he released her, taking her hand once more. “Come on, you have nothing to be afraid of,” he coaxed as he led her down the hall and unlocked the door.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    She tried not to look too impressed at the gorgeous luxury hotel suite, which was twice as big as the apartment she’d just lost. It had a separate living room complete with a marble fireplace and ten foot floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Lake Michigan. She stood at the window and looked down, awed.
    Bobby grasped her nape and pulled her close, kissing the side of her neck. “Have you relaxed any?”
    “A little,” she admitted.
    He pressed the backs of his fingers over her heart, and it thumped to meet them, betraying her anxiety. “I never do this sort of thing,” she admitted.
    “I know,” he murmured, his expression warm and encouraging. “That’s one of the things I like about you.”
    “What else do you like?” she asked, unabashed at fishing for compliments, consider how thick he liked to lay it on.
    He picked up a section of her hair and ran it over his cheek. “Everything I’ve seen so far,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’m going to have a hard time holding back.” He traced her collarbone with the tip of his finger.
    “What does that mean?”