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blazing trail his finger had formed. Her bare knuckles had
never received so much attention before.
    And she really, really liked
it.
    His voice rumbled against
her skin. “Good.”
    Clear blue eyes became too
intense to stare into, so Saffron shifted her own gaze away.
Nothing could stop her from enjoying the sensation of his mouth,
though. “So can I take it, Chef, that you have more than food to
show me?”
    He pressed another kiss to
her fingers. When his mouth closed over the tip of one and he
applied gentle suction, Saffron whimpered. Certain she came a
hairbreadth’s away from melting into a puddle, she splayed her
other hand flat against the booth to keep her body from
collapsing.
    The world around them came
back in a rush as someone cleared her throat loudly, depositing two
plates at the same time. August nipped the tip of her finger, but
stopped running his tongue over it. Damn it.
    “ Your salads, Chef,” said
the waitress. Saffron glanced at her in time to catch the frowning,
tightly pressed lips and hands balled on hips. “Will you be dining
here or should I have a table a little more intimate prepared?”
    Okay, ouch.
    Saffron’s face must have lit
into a dozen different shades of red. Whether August took the
woman’s words for the barb they were probably meant to be, Saffron
couldn’t tell. A quick look at the rest of the dining room proved
they’d managed to catch the attention of a large number of people.
Some looked as disgusted as the waitress sounded; others,
thankfully, seemed more amused. If August noticed—or cared—she
couldn’t tell.
    “ You know, Vicky, that’s
actually a pretty good idea.”
    “ Excuse me?” Saffron asked,
at the same time Vicky gasped.
    “ Ask Edmond to make
everything to go. Miss Burton and I will be dining out tonight,
instead. This is too public for what I have in mind.”
    “ Hey, wait just
a—”
    She didn’t get a chance to
finish as August’s hand tightened around hers. “Beg pardon, Madame.
I am too presumptuous.” Every once in a while she caught hint of a
European accent and now proved one of those times. No, she did not
want him to think she would be an easy one-night stand, but when
that accent came out to play, a rigid spine went limp. “Would I
able to interest you in a more intimate dining experience…in my
home?”
    Holy hell,
breathe!
    She had a story to finish. A
review to write.
    She also had an insanely hot
man inviting her back to his place, where dinner may or may not be
eaten.
    If she stayed, she might get the food she’d
come here specifically to taste. Four months of waiting, over; her
editor, happy. Maybe there’d be a boost in subscribers to her
column and renewed interest.
    If she went however, the
food became a maybe , but the sexual drought she’d been suffering through would
come to an abrupt halt. No one had to spell it out for her. Despite
the moment’s hesitation earlier, fractured self-confidence pieced
itself together. If she went with August now, she’d find herself
under him and in his arms, in no time. The way his mouth moved over
her hand, tasting and teasing, sampling just her fingers until she
felt every sensual touch through her toes suggested—no, guaranteed —August had
more on his mind than food.
    The restaurant buzzed with
frenetic energy behind him, but when she looked at August, raw
sexual need stared back at her. Walking out of his place on such a
busy night couldn’t be easy for him, but he’d made the
offer.
    All she had to do was
accept.
    Which was more important
right now: the review or the promise of an amazing night to
come?
     

Chapter Three
    “ And you’re certain about
this?” Saffron asked.
    “ Never more,” he
replied.
    She hesitated and for a
split-second, the certainty she’d be turning him down bombarded
him, but then she reached for her purse. “Then lead the
way.”
    August held out his hand and
watched as she exited the booth. Her breasts swayed with the
movement. It