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any pleasure yourself.”
    “I
was trying to prove a point.” His hands circled her waist and he pulled her to
her feet. “Now that I have, I won’t hesitate to.” Glancing at his watch, he
frowned. “Unfortunately, it’s time for you to get back to work. We will have to
continue this another time.”
    “Yes,
sir.” She inclined her head, surprised at the feeling of disappointment. Surely
she would be jumping at the chance to get back to work? “I will be outside if
you need me.”
    He
smiled wolfishly. “I’m sure you will.”

 
    ****

 
    The
rest of the afternoon passed briskly, but without incident. In fact, Eva would
have considered it a comfortable day if it weren’t for the hunger clawing at
her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to eat at the desk, and even if she had been of
a mind to her food was in the break room downstairs, well out of her reach.
    Greyson , being the boss, had no such restrictions—he went
out and returned with takeout Chinese. The aroma had nearly driven her mad with
hunger. By the time six-o’clock rolled around, she was absolutely ravenous. She
packed up hastily and was making a beeline for the elevator when Greyson stepped out.
    “Eva.”
Pausing, she bit back a curse and then turned to face him. One of his hands was
tucked casually into his pocket as he smiled. “I was wondering if you would
like to join me for dinner?”
    Her
jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me out to eat?”
    One
of his shoulders shrugged. “It is partially my fault you missed lunch, and I
feel guilty for not bringing you anything back. It’s the least I could do.”
    She
looked at him dubiously. “What do you propose? Perhaps a quick lunch at a diner
or café?”
    He
gave her a lopsided grin. “I had something a little classier in mind.”
    Of
course he did. A man like him might go to Panda Express once in a while, but
he’d never take a woman to a fast food joint—especially not one he
intended to sleep with.
    “I
suppose I wouldn’t mind letting you buy me dinner.”
    “Good.”
He crossed the distance and took her arm. “Let’s go, then.”
    The
place she was whisked off to was far from a
McDonald’s. It was an exclusive restaurant owned by a famous French chef, and
boasted a wide variety of culinary delights. The waiter brought them a vintage
red, and they sat out on the terrace sipping their wine and gazing out over
Central Park. She could see Central Park lake sparkling and reflecting the
vibrant colors of the setting sun, while people—so tiny and insignificant
from up here—walked, ran or biked along the paths.
    “This
is beautiful.” She had a view of Central Park from her own apartment, but it
was nothing like this.
    “I’m
glad you like it.” He reached across the table and twined his fingers with
hers. She shivered as the pad of his thumb lightly stroked
the webbing between her thumb and forefinger—a sensitive spot, and from
the gleam in his eye , he knew it . “This is one
of my favorite places to come to eat out.”
    It
also cost a fortune, if the menu prices were to be believed. She would have
winced if it weren’t for the fact that he was not only paying, but he could
well afford the expense. Recklessly, she ordered the most expensive dish on the
menu, and proudly told the waiter her choice. Greyson only smiled, as though she were a child who, in a fit of pique attempting to
get back at her parent, had instead done something terribly amusing. Shame
filled her. Of course he wouldn’t care either way. She was just making herself
look foolish.
    Rather
than make a fuss, she allowed him to draw her into conversation over the meal.
She found out he’d grown up in Boston, and at one point had considered going to
MIT for their Engineering program. Instead, shortly after getting out high
school, he had landed a position as an assistant manager for a locally owned
store, and found that he liked the business side of things. He had instead
graduated from Boston College with an