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it in chocolate before placing it on a plate to let the
chocolate set. “Tell me how you got my number if you want to keep talking to
me.”
    “You gave it to me.”
    She concentrated on
eating the strawberry to hide her surprise and give herself another moment to think. Who was he? She gave out her cell number to friends
only. She swallowed and suddenly remembered the fundraiser she’d organized
earlier in the year. She’d put her cell number in the email to all the
volunteers. She’d had the departmental credit card, so she’d asked all of them
to call her whenever supplies were needed that week. If she remembered
correctly, there had been thirty-five volunteers.
    “The
fundraiser.”
    “Pardon?”
    “You helped with the
fundraiser in February.”
    He smiled. “I did.
You did a marvelous job.”
    “Thank you.” She felt
a little safer now. At least he had some credentials. University employees all
had to submit to background checks. “It was fun.”
    “You do look lovely
tonight. Very different, but very beautiful.”
    “Not really my color,
but it was the only one that didn’t push my breasts all the way up my nose.”
What else could she say? What could she ask to make him give her more of a
clue? “You look wonderful. Westley from The Princess Bride ,
right?”
    “I admit it.” He gave
a bow. “With pride.”
    The bow and his words
showed he knew the movie. All her friends and most of her co-workers knew she
loved it, so that didn’t help a lot. Had she mentioned it one night while
working on the fundraiser? She had often curled up with the DVD playing after
long days that month. Was she flattering herself too much? She didn’t think so.
He must have chosen the costume purposely. She liked the effort it showed. This
man had a very seductive charm. “It’s a good choice.”
    He chuckled. “You
have no idea who I am, do you, my dear?”
    She didn’t like not
having the upper hand while flirting. “Yes, I do.” She tried to sound bold and
confident. Why was he so amused? “You helped us with our fundraiser. You work
here.”
    “What department?”
    She hesitated and
pretended to search her memory. “That’s a trick question. You didn’t tell me.”
    “You know where I
work. You’re bluffing.”
    “I am not!”
    He turned away from
the other guests and led her down the hall. “Then tell me my name.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Someplace we can
talk.”
    “We are talking.”
    “Yes, you were about
to tell me my name, I believe.”
    “ Rumpelstiltskin .”
    “You’re so cute when
you’re flustered.”
    “I am not flustered!
Is it so strange to want to know a guy’s name when he starts sending you dirty
texts?”
    “Not really. At least
you admit you don’t know my name.”
    She let her breath
out in a huff. “Fine. I don’t know it, but I don’t see
what the big deal is.” She reached for his mask.
    He grabbed her hands
and pushed her into the corner. His lips covering hers in a
searing kiss. His mouth banished every sane thought from her head. “Not
so fast, my dear.”
    “ You’re telling me not to
go so fast. That’s a laugh.”
    He smiled. “Perfect.
We always have a good laugh together.”
    “What?”
    “Every single time we
talk, you make me laugh. I love your sense of humor.”
    His body pressed
close proved hard to ignore. “That’s nice to know.”
    His eyes kept
searching hers. She couldn’t look away. No man had ever made her feel like
this. As much as she was enjoying the banter, she wanted to be alone with him. As
she looked at his mouth, she also wanted to persuade him to make good on his
earlier promises.
    She licked her lips
and started to say something, but he stopped her with a slow and sensuous kiss.
This one burned as much as his first one had, but in a completely different
way. Something in his embrace called to her heart. She felt lost in him. She
didn’t even care if anyone saw them in the darkened corner.
    When their lips parted, she