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hamburgers on the balcony like two old friends.”
    “I never would have said something as corny as ‘like two old friends,” he said.
    “But is that what you want? A hamburger?”
    “I don’t know. I haven’t seen the menu.” She crossed the room and sat down at the bar. She set her purse down and crossed her legs primly in front of her.
    “We don’t need a menu,” Chad said.
    He saw the look pass over her face as she realized what he meant– that he was in the penthouse, and so he could order whatever he wanted, whether it was on the menu or not, and they would make it for him, no questions asked.
    “Cheeseburger and fries,” Kenley said, “with bacon. And some barbeque sauce on the side.”
    Chad nodded his approval, then picked up the phone to order. Kenley walked behind the bar and started glancing through the bottles of wine.
    After Chad got off the phone with room service, he walked over and joined her.
    She was struggling with the wine opener, trying to get it into the cork of a bottle of red.
    He took it out of her hand, and their fingers brushed. “Opus One,” he said, popping the cork and pouring it into two glasses. “Expensive tastes.”
    “Did I pick the Opus One?” she asked innocently. “I didn’t notice.”
    He shrugged, like it didn’t matter. Obviously this was all part of her plan. First she was pretending that she didn’t know who he was. And now she was taking it even further, opening expensive bottles of wine and acting like she hadn’t noticed.
    He
    took a sip and wondered if he should just put an end to the charade right now --- if he should tell her that he knew that she worked at Expera and that it was time to drop the big game. But that would be giving up. And Chad hated to give up.
    “So what do you do that you have this big room to yourself?” Kenley asked.
    “What do I do?” He almost spit out his drink. It was one thing to pretend she didn’t know who he was, but to come right out and ask him what he did for a living? His first impression had been right – she really was bold. Well, whatever. She wasn’t going to break him. In fact, it would be fun to knock her down a peg or two.
    “Yeah, are you here for business or something?” She cocked her head and looked at him. She had big blue eyes, and blonde curls that tumbled over her shoulders in loose waves. He had the sudden urge to reach over and push one of her curls off her forehead.
    Her skin looked smooth and tan, the kind of skin you could spend hours exploring. He wondered if the rest of her body was just as tan and soft.
    “Yes, I’m here for business,” he said.
    “You don’t look like you’re in finance or anything,” she said. “You’re too relaxed.”
    “Who said I was in finance?”
    She blushed. “Sorry,” she said, “I just assumed since you’re staying in the penthouse…”
    “That I must have tons of money?”
    He moved closer to her now, hoping that he would be able to get her to admit what was really going on here. His leg pushed up against hers. He felt himself get hard and suddenly, he wanted to plunge his hands into her curls and pull her close, kissing her over and over again.
    “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I just figured you must be in an industry that allowed you to live this kind of lifestyle.”
    He moved even closer to her, telling himself he was doing it so that he could break her down, get her to admit that she knew who he was, and that he was scheduled to have a meeting with her tomorrow. But deep down he knew it was more that that -- for some reason, he needed to be next to her, needed to get closer to her.
    “I am in an industry like that.”
    She turned her head, and cocked it to the side, giving him that same adorable look she’d given him a few minutes earlier. “Really?” she asked. “What industry?”
    “I don’t really like to broadcast it,” he said, not wanting to be the one to blink first.
    “Drugs?” she whispered, her eyes widening in