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out.”
    “Good night,” she whispered.
    “Good night. Rest.”
    Click.
    I sat on the bed. Wow, so soft. I bounced on it a little harder, smiling, then checked my watch. Four thirty. Better move. I hurried and peeked out the bedroom door, then shut it.
    Later I stood and gawked at myself in the bathroom’s mirrored wall. “You gorgeous woman, you.” I turned left and examined my sleek profile in the fitted black dress with long lace sleeves. I straightened my spine, jutting my breasts out. Well, as out as they could go. I exhaled sharply until I slumped. The B-cup made me look sixteen instead of twenty-four. Twenty-four-year-old virgin. It wasn’t that bad. Not like the forty-year-old virgin. I examined my backside and smiled. My hips and butt were my prized possessions. Anna had the brains and boobs. I had the butt and the hips and…a whole bunch of other good things. Too many to list.
    I examined my makeup one last time, then picked up my watch on the counter. My heart dropped.
    Five o’clock. You’re fine. You have plenty of time.
    I clicked my way over the bathroom tile and headed out. I’d clean up my mess later. My heart thundered as I opened the bedroom door. “Mr. Tong?” I crept forward. “Mr. Tong, are you here? Are you ready?”
    No answer. I went to check all the rooms. Except his bathroom and bedroom. I sat at the lavish desk next to the living room and pulled the cell phone out of my tiny black clutch. I paused, seeing a note.
    Meet me at Mr. K’s—Tong.
    Really! Wow, how rude. My gaze narrowed at the note. What beautiful handwriting. Better than mine.
    I was supposed to drive myself, fine. Tacky, but fine.
    What was I expecting? A limo escort? Gliding into the restaurant on his arm? Stop being stupid . Not like this Cinderella dream was ever about a prince.
    Chapter Three
    I walked into the restaurant, and an Asian woman dressed in an elegant black gown escorted me to Mr. Tong’s table. I was very conscious of the air hitting my legs. Lotta skin showing in this thing.
    First thing I noticed about Prince Charming? He was already eating. Was there no end to his rudeness? The usher pulled out my chair, and I sat. “Thank you very much,” I cooed in my rich-and-famous tone.
    “What would you like for a drink, madam?” the young Asian waiter asked.
    “Um…” Anna, I’m Anna . “I’ll have red wine, thank you.” He listed several to choose from, none of which I had a clue about. “How about you choose for me?
    Thank you.” Final, firm.
    “Yes, madam.”
    I glanced around and cleared my throat before planting my gaze on him. “Enjoying your meal, I hope?”
    He didn’t stop or bother to look up. “Yes. I am.” He checked his watch before finally leveling his gaze on me. The decadent lighting in the restaurant made his dark eyes feel like warm mocha. Yes, feel. I could feel his eyes. Maybe ’cause he probed me with them. No, the stare he gave me was more than just probing. He seemed…kind of disgusted. Surely disgruntled.
    Hold his gaze, hold his gaze. Hold your smile.
    “So I was thinking…” I kept my voice light. “After dinner I could show you around town? There’s the—”
    “Surely you don’t expect to drag me around the city. It was a long flight. We’ll begin your endless tours tomorrow.” That annoyed gaze dropped lazily to my gown, and butterflies rammed my stomach. His eyes made the same bored return to my wide ones. Then he just stared into me. Contemplating. For a rude eternity.
    I waited—trapped, pinned. Just say it. Say what’s on your mind, you…stupid man.
    He raised his wineglass to his lips, not breaking that connection. Took a sip. Set it down. Licked his lips. Heat pooled inside my stomach, setting those butterflies on fire. He chuckled and lowered his gaze.
    “You behave like a virgin.”
    I couldn’t stop the intake of shocked breath. Then the stupid gaspy laugh. “How utterly ridiculous.” Okay, why would I even say that?
    He brought his