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    “Let me just grab my wallet.” I stand and she smiles, letting go of a breath she probably didn’t want me to notice she was holding.
    We walk outside in silence and she heads down the street, but I stop in my tracks.
    “Car?” I ask, already knowing her answer. In the few months I’ve been keeping track of her there’s one thing that’s shined above every other little detail of hers; she hates riding in cars with strangers. No cabs or Uber for this girl. She rides with Leigh when she needs to but the majority of her time she travels by foot.
    “Nah. It’s close by, we can walk.” She keeps walking, expecting me to follow.
    I grin and shrug. I knew that was going to be her answer. She never accepts rides. Not unless they’re from close friends, and since she doesn’t know me, I knew she was going to decline.
    No skin off my back.
    We walk down the street and take a left. The Saturday night crowds at the local bars are hopping and loud. Passing by a few of them on our way to our destination, I have to dodge Harper out of the way of a patron that had a little too much to drink and was throwing up as she walked out the door.
    Fucking kids. At what age does someone realize there’s more to life than partying until you can’t remember what you did the next day?
    “Here,” I say, holding out my hand to help her step over a puddle. She narrows her eyes at me, but silently takes my hand as she steps over it. We keep walking and she slowly takes her hand back, making me grin as the redness flushes over her cheeks. I love how easy it is to get to her. She’s going to be perfect.
    “Here we are.” Her voice sounds relieved as she opens the door to the small Italian eatery.
    She walks to a table in the back and slides into the booth, smiling at the waitress as she brings us water.
    “So, you hungry?” She says, not looking at me yet. Come to think of it, she hasn’t really, truly looked at me since we left the apartment. I take my time answering, making her look up from her menu, and when she does I make sure to make eye contact.
    “Not really for Italian.” The low growl to my voice is meant to get to her, and it goes perfectly. I grin as I watch the redness flush over her cheeks for the second time tonight. Getting her to put her trust in me is going to be way easier than I expected.
    “Well,” she sighs. “I’m starving.” Her eyes move back to the menu and I watch as she peruses her choices. I’m sure she has the entire menu memorized and is just staring at the menu at this point so she doesn’t have to look at me. She seems pretty comfortable here.
    After the waitress takes her order she smiles at me and I feel myself getting hard for her. She’s so fucking sexy even when she isn’t trying. The way my body reacts to her this early in the game should set off warning bells but all it does is make me that much more driven to get to the next step of my task.
    “So, Knox, tell me a bit about yourself.”
    “Well…” I trail off. I’ve always hated talking about myself. It comes across as bragging and I don’t like to brag. Just because I had a privileged upbringing doesn’t make me any better than anyone else. “I have my business degree from Stanford.” Not a lie. “I own a company in Springfield, but I’m currently opening one here in the metro area, hence the short stay,” I say, grinning at her, happy at myself for not lying yet. If there’s one thing I am, it’s honest… ish. To a certain extent. I used to be at least. This task is taking a lot out of me morally though. She’s locked onto every word I’m saying. The faster we can get these niceties out of the way, the faster I’ll be able to get her where I want her.
    Underneath me.
    “Impressive,” she says with her eyebrows raised. “I feel very insignificant right now.” She chuckles lightly. Nervously.
    “Why?” I know my face looks tense right now, but if she’s insinuating what I think she is, we’re going