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be more satisfied than you’ve ever been.”
    His eyes held as much dark sexual promise as his deep penetrating voice and made the butterflies implode in her stomach. “No. It’s not a good idea.” Her voice became breathy.
    “Why not? Tell me you haven’t wondered what we’d be like together. When you’re dating, are you sizing up the men, comparing them to me? Wondering if they will be able to please you the way I can? Don’t you wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped the kiss that night? If I would have, instead, carried you to my desk, slid your silky teal skirt up your long legs and—”
    “Stop!” she shrieked.
    Wait! He remembered the exact color of skirt she’d been wearing that night? But that was seven months ago. She’d thought the kiss had been an accident, one he’d never thought of again. But she’d been wrong. She had affected him.
    “This time we finish. Come with me. Let me make love to you. Because you need closure as much as I do.”
    He rubbed his sensual lips, making her shiver. What would his whiskers feel like as they rasped against her sensitive skin?
    Was he doing it on purpose? Making her want him?
    Closure. He just wanted a brief affair, so he could go on with his life and then marry his perfect Claudia-like woman with Ava forever out of his mind. She should tell him to get in his red Ferrari and drive straight through the gates of hell.
    But she’d been on six dates this week, thanks to her sister Bethany, the Matchmaker of Manhattan. Apart from Grant, each man had been handsome, successful, honest, and looking for a permanent relationship. None of them had been wrong for her, yet she’d allowed none of those men to claim her lips the way she’d allowed Joel. Even though he was so wrong for her, a man with secrets, like her father.
    What if she did go away with Joel and let him make love to her? Would she then be free of his sexual spell? It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.
    Yet if she allowed Joel to take her to his bed, afterward she’d be free to explore a meaningful relationship with a man who was right for her.
    “You expect me to believe you can’t marry Claudia until you’ve had me? What’s so special about me? I’ve been working for you for a year, and you haven’t been interested, apart from one drunken kiss.” She swung her index finger in his direction.
    His black eyes drank her in like she was the finest after-dinner liqueur, one he wanted to savor. Her nerve endings stood at attention. Did he look at Claudia that way? Because she’d just bet the woman flew at him, tearing her clothes off, begging him to take her.
    “Oh, I’ve been interested all right. But you were my employee, and I don’t seduce my employees.”
    Since she’d told him she wasn’t going back to work for him, that made her just a woman he wanted. She shivered again.
    “I’m not going away with you.” She reached down to grab her purse and clunked her forehead on the edge of the table. Son-of… Just what she needed—a purple bruise. That should attract a lot of dating prospects.
    He held up a hand. “Listen. Then I’ll let you leave.”
    “Let me leave? You don’t own me. You’re not even my boss now.”
    “Let me finish. If you don’t, I’ll have my PI find you at each and every date, and I’ll come ruin them for you.”
    She gasped in horror. “You’re saying if I don’t go on this sexual trip of yours, you’re going to ruin all my future dates?”
    “Haven’t I already? You compare me to every man you meet,” he said.
    The gorgeous bastard had a point. “Do you even hear yourself? You are the most arrogant man on the planet.”
    “Tell me I don’t speak the truth.” He lifted his brows in challenge.
    “You don’t speak the truth.” But she couldn’t meet his dark chocolate eyes.
    “Let me finish my argument.”
    She sighed and held her purse, signaling this was the end of their discussion, no matter what insanity plagued him.