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him or anything before he eats.”
    “I’m glad you accepted. Hopefully, he’ll be so enthralled with you, he’ll fall in love with the food.” He smiles. “Sorry if I got a little possessive out there. It just sort of unnerved me the way he was eyeing you.”
    “That’s okay.”
    “Well, I bet if you want to go out with him, you’ll get your chance. He’s definitely into you.”
    “We’ll see how the night goes. I’ll be on my best behavior, and I won’t say anything about you at all. Personally I mean. Just good stuff about the restaurant.”
    “Thanks, sweetie. You better get back out there.”
    “Okay.” I take a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”
    Walking back out, I approach the table. When Rhys sees me, he stands and pulls the chair out next to him. “Please sit here,” he says.
    “Thank you.”
    I sit, waiting for introductions that don’t come. One woman has an open laptop and types furiously on it. Another woman has a camera out and shoots various pictures, and the man does nothing but eat breadsticks, staring blankly at the menu.
    “Thank you for joining me,” Rhys says. “I hope your boyfriend isn’t too upset.”
    “Flynn isn’t my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”
    “Does he know that?”
    I tilt my head. “Of course he does.” I decide to challenge him. “And if you thought he was my boyfriend, why did you invite me to dinner?”
    Rhys grins and his perfect, striking white smile makes him even more handsome. “Two reasons. First, I wouldn’t let a boyfriend stop me from getting what I want.” I raise an eyebrow as he continues. “And second, I only asked you to eat, not go to bed with me.” He bites a breadstick. “Yet.”
    Okay. Wow. He’s hot, but he’s arrogant as fuck. Normally I would tell him to go fuck himself, but there’s too much at stake, so I just look down at my water glass.
    “Tell me, Brooklyn,” he continues. “How is it that you’re single?”
    “Who said I am?”
    “Because you hang out with a man who isn’t your lover. Any man you were dating wouldn’t be okay with that.”
    “Any man I decide to date better get okay with it. Flynn is an important part of my life.”
    “Have you been lovers before?”
    I pull my head back. “How is that any of your business?”
    Rhys smiles. “Just trying to understand.”
    I glance at the other people at our table who seem to be ignoring us. “We are not now nor have we ever been lovers.”
    “I see. Do you have feelings for him or am I free to seduce you?”
    I have to force my mouth closed. I just shake my head in response.
    “What’s the matter? You’re not used to a man just telling you what he wants?”
    “No, actually. I’m used to a little more finesse.”
    “Finesse or games? Do you want me to flatter you and talk about the weather? Would that make you feel better when you give in?”
    Leaning close, I smile, tracing my finger over his expensive suit lapel. “I appreciate your interest in me, Rhys, but I’m not a whore. Would it pain you to at least act like you’re interested in me as a person and not just a vagina?” I notice how the face of the woman with the laptop flinches.
    Rhys smiles. “It wouldn’t pain me at all, Brooklyn. And to be clear, I am very interested in you as a person.” He leans closer. “It’s just that I’m also very, very interested in your vagina.”
    I shake my head. “Well, you’re gonna have to work for it, and if you’re not interested in a little work, that’s fine by me. I was doing just fine without you.”
    “I’m a very hard worker, gorgeous, as you’re going to find out.” He barely brushes his fingers over my cheek. “And you’ll never be the same now that you’ve met me.”
    “Excuse me.” Our server’s voice interrupts this interaction and Rhys sits back in his seat as two plates are set in front of us. Our server, Steve, explains what this first dish is. I can’t hear him as my mind is replaying this interaction.
    Glancing