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didn’t seem to escape Damian’s attention.
    “Is that what you would prefer?”
    “Girls? Oh, no! No. No.” I hemmed and hawed before explaining with a flurry of hands, “I just like their outfits.”
    After shocking me in the hallway this morning, Damian asked me out and while I tried to play it cool and think about it, we both knew I was dying for the chance to say yes.
    I couldn’t even begin to explain why I was so enthralled with this man. It went past my logic and settled deep on a cellular level. I just knew I felt thrown off-balance and blazingly alive anytime I was around Damian Black.
    So I definitely did not want to mess this date up.
    Damian regarded me from beneath a detached gaze. The clinical observation made me nervous. I replayed my answer but couldn’t find anything too odd with what I had said. Unable to take his silence any longer, I blurted out, “What?”
    “That’s not what I asked.”
    My stomach dropped. “Really? What did you then?”
    Why is it every time I’m with him I devolve into an airhead? I spaced out and never even heard him.
    “Before you got distracted by thigh highs, I asked if you would prefer honesty or if you would prefer to continue with the accepted mating ritual between men and women?”
    I blinked, unsure of where Damian was going. “Honesty of course.”
    “Of course? You answered so quickly. Are you really sure you thought that through?” Damian smiled much like the despotic Wolf must have when encountering his darling Red. I leaned closer, once more drawn to him without conscious thought.
    “There was nothing to think through. Honesty is the only way to go. Otherwise, why bother?”
    “Good. I would like that as well.”
    “Okay! I’m all for honesty, Damian. What should we start with? Oh! How about this? Do you know where my name comes from?”
    He shook his head, tiny smile affixed on his sensuous lips.
    “Really? It’s actually from Star Trek and—” I ground to a halt when Damian placed his hand over mine. A flutter of desire licked along my veins.
    “I’ve never watched Star Trek nor do I have any intention of watching it.”
    Oh no! He’s misunderstanding what I meant. I didn’t mean to imply anything bad about him.
    I might’ve apologized immediately if I didn’t feel so inept. I was an Account Executive who was supposed to have exemplary people skills, so why couldn’t I seem to say the right thing to him? “Oh, okay. Sorry.” Flustered, I took a large swallow of something cold. It charged down my throat in a tasteless rush.
    I just offended him and that wasn’t my intention. I’m really proud of my name because my dad loved Star Trek and still does. I spent my childhood watching it with him and going to tons of conventions as a family. I love Star Trek.
    “Just because I’m in IT doesn’t mean I’m a virgin who lives in my mother’s basement, plays video games, and watches Star Trek. Neither do the people who work for me.”
    My hand twitched beneath his. Damian’s fingers tightened slightly. “I’m sorry for making it sound like I thought that. I don’t, you know.”
    My chest expanded with a deep intake of breath. I’d been surprised and more than excited when Damian asked me out—despite the outrageousness of his comments just a few minutes before. Now it was pretty apparent it had all been a mistake.
    We obviously weren’t a good match.
    I felt a hot rush of disappointment burn the back of my eyes. Somehow I managed to blink them away and paste on an easygoing smile.
    “Listen, Damian, I’ve obviously stuck my foot in my mouth with you. More than once. Let’s call this what it is and no hard feelings, okay?”
    Without waiting for his answer I made to get up when Damian snapped, “Sit down!” Shocked, I reflexively dropped back into my seat.
    “I can already see running away is going to be a problem with you, Risa.”
    “I’m not running away!”
    “Then what would you call it?”
    I pursed my lips.