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softly but it was a command.
    â€œWhy not?” She didn’t attempt to keep defiance out of her voice. He needed to realize she wasn’t his to boss around anymore. “It isn’t as if I have anything left to lose. Not really.”
    â€œTake the money and spend it on something of value. A new car. A down payment on a house. Something that will last longer than twenty seconds.”
    Solid advice, but she could never look at the thing she’d bought with the money and not see her wedding dress. The gorgeous flowing gown of satin and lace with the gathered skirt and beaded bodice. She’d cut the picture out of a bridal magazine two years ago when she and Tim had had their first conversation about the future.
    â€œTell you what,” she began, feeling audacious and desirable beneath Sebastian’s keen appraisal. Mad impulses had been driving her all day. Maybe turning thirty wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to her. Start a new decade with a new attitude. “I’ll make you a bet.”
    Sebastian set his hands on his hips and looked resigned. “What sort of a bet?”
    â€œLast call,” the dealer announced.
    Missy heard the wheel begin to spin and the ball start its journey around and around. From reading up on roulette, she knew she had a forty-seven percent chance of winning. Those weren’t such bad odds.
    â€œIf the ball lands on black and I lose, I’ll keep working foryou.” She gave a rueful smile. “I’ll have to, won’t I, because I’ll be five thousand dollars poorer.”
    Sebastian’s eyes locked with hers. The winds of change had begun to blow. Storm clouds loomed. Dangerous for the unwary.
    â€œAnd if the ball lands on red?”
    She licked her lips and his attention shifted to her mouth, lingering as if something fascinated him. Fever consumed the last of her hesitation. Every one of her senses came to life and soaked up the sights, smells and sounds of the man towering over her.
    Hunger thrummed, longing to be sated. Only one man had the passion, sensuality and persistence to do just that.
    She moved her left leg forward, bringing her thigh into contact with his. The effect on him was instantaneous. His nostrils flared. His entire body went perfectly still. His fist clenched where it rested against the table.
    Intrigued, she shifted a few inches more. Her skirt rode up her thigh, baring more of her leg. She wore thigh-high stockings, the sort with a backing beneath the lace band at the top that allowed them to stay up on their own. Standing before the mirror in stockings and her brand-new black silk underwear earlier tonight, she’d been flushed with confidence in her sex appeal.
    How many times had she watched his steely muscles flex beneath his tailored suits and wondered what it would be like to get her hands on all that unadulterated male beauty? To experience the immense power contained in his body.
    Suddenly, she knew exactly how she wanted to celebrate her birthday.
    His chiseled mouth flattened as she leaned into the space that separated them. Thick lashes hid his gaze from her, but a slight hitch in his breath told her he wasn’t undisturbed by her nearness.
    â€œI want a night with you.” The proposition tasted like warmhoney against her lips. She had no idea where she’d found the boldness to voice it, but now that she had, she wouldn’t take it back for a million dollars.
    â€œI’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”
    A chuckle broke from her. Was he kidding? She was the one doing the advantage-taking here.
    â€œOne night,” she coaxed, silencing the sensible voice in her head that howled in protest. One night to rediscover what made her happy. “That’s all I want.”
    â€œThis is ridiculous.” Despite his words to the contrary, he didn’t pull back.
    Did he desire her? Was she brave enough to find out?
    â€œBlack, you get