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glass to his lips and met my gaze. I lowered my eyes, barely escaping that lethal snare again. “What is?”
    Calm. Down. Anna. You’re Anna.
    I thanked the server for the glass of wine he appeared with. Then took several ladylike sips, wishing I could guzzle. “You are ridiculous, Mr. Tong.”
    His light laugh seemed genuinely…pleased? Strange man. “Because I know a virgin when I see one?”
    Oh hell, was he really saying this? I took a huge swig of wine and shook my head, then set the glass down a little too hard. “Because you think you know a virgin when you see one.”
    “So you’re not a virgin?”
    Anger tingled along my spine, and I leveled a bold gaze on him. “That is none of your business.” A smile tugged at his full lips. Dammit, he was distracting.
    I casually scoped out the restaurant, fighting for something to turn the tables.
    “You look beautiful, by the way.”
    Composure ka-poof. Heat crawled over my neck and face. “Thank you.” Meet his gaze. You’re Anna . I did and immediately got lost in that liquid cocoa stare. “You look… You look, um…” He chuckled again, more loudly. “See?”
    The spell broke. “See what?”
    “You’re a virgin.” Fact established.
    “As if you could tell something like that from such a…a silly conversation. And so what if I was?
    Am? There’s no law that says I can’t be one, is there?” Anger stiffened my backbone.
    He reclined in his chair and drew his lower lip briefly between his teeth, then smiled. A one-sided
    —God help me—dimpled smile. “Not at all.” He raised his glass and saluted me.
    What was that supposed to mean? “Then again, maybe I’ve been around the block more times than you?”
    More sincere laughter. At my expense. “How do you know…that I’m not a virgin too?” Too? Anger growled through me. Didn’t matter that he was right; that wasn’t the point. “You? A virgin? Now that’s a funny one.” An unladylike snicker escaped.
    “Are you ready to order, madam?”
    I turned to the waiter. “Actually, no. I’m just going to have more wine. Ate earlier.”
    “Very well, madam.” He took the wine bottle from the table and filled my glass.
    I met Mr. Tong’s dancing gaze again, irked by the smile teasing at his lips. “So is that your business?
    Sex?”
    He shrugged one shoulder. “Of course not.”
    “Of course not,” I mumbled and nodded, taking a few more gulps of wine. What a piece of work, this guy. I barked a laugh. And another. “You are something else, aren’t you?”
    “Am I?”
    This was funny to him? “Oh, yes.” I nodded with a grin, then took a few more gulps of wine, fighting the tremble in my hand. The bite of the wine was awful. Oh, but the effect. Yes, that would do. My stomach loosened. My spine warmed. Then hardened. “You don’t seem the typical rich, spoiled-man type.” I stared at the full-blown smile he wore, pissed at how damned handsome it made him. So amused with the little virgin, was he? Well, I didn’t see how that fit in with my job description. I downed the rest of my wine and stood up. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll be retiring, Mr. Tong.”
    “Tong,” he corrected with a grin.
    I grabbed my clutch. “Tung, Tong—whatever.” I turned and ran right into the waiter. Goddamned heel snagged in the carpet. Before I could hit the floor, strong arms wrapped my upper body and righted me.
    I found myself staring into Tong’s chocolate eyes. What else was there? What else had there ever been?
    “I’ll drive you.”
    He’ll drive me? “I drove myself,” I said drily, remembering he was an asshole.
    “I’ll drive you.” His arm hooked inside mine, and he smoothly led me out.
    “You are a pushy prick, do you know that?” I smiled at the hostess who bowed toward us both.
    “I see you don’t drink either. Two glasses of wine, and you’re drunk.” I snorted out a laugh. “Oh, I drink .” I leaned and whispered in his ear. “And I screw people.