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him was like a punch to the gut. She stumbled but thanked God that she recovered before he looked up.
    As she approached, he glanced over, then back to his menu. His head snapped back up, and his eyes ran the length of her. She suppressed the urge to fist-pump, and instead threw a genuine smile his way. “Good evening.”
    He stood and thanked the host, then directed her to slide into the booth. “You look nice.”
    Nice? That was it? Biting the inside of her lip, she tilted her head. “Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself.”
    He laughed. “Well, I need to in my line of work.”
    “And what is your line of work, exactly?”
    “High-end luxury sales. You know, the fun toys no one can afford except those who can afford ten. Specifically, leisure transport. Yachts, jets, sports cars. The grossly overpriced for the grossly over-entitled.”
    She winked. “Suits you.”
    He flashed her a wicked grin, and her insides returned it with an immediate flippity-flop. Oh, hell no. She shoved down the memory of those lips against hers.
    Leaning forward he said, “It does, doesn’t it?”
    He’d said it as a statement, as if he were proud of it. He couldn’t be serious. Did people really feel that way? If he kept that up, saying good-bye on Sunday would be a relief.
    She needed to focus. Rule number two: smile often. One of the most important rules, and most often overlooked and underestimated. A genuine smile lifted the mood. Being on the receiving end felt good, creating the perfect combination of wanting more, but not knowing why.
    Blake held her gaze a beat and then dipped his chin. “Let’s talk business.”
    She needed to take control of this conversation. He was mistaken if he thought he could steamroll her like one of his clients. Seven remained quiet, waiting to see what he’d do next. It was one of her favorite things to do. Most people couldn’t handle the silence very long, but Blake wasn’t most people. He returned her smile in silence.
    Okay, she might need to amp it up a bit. Gliding one finger across the top of his menu, she glanced at it and then back at him. She leaned forward, and when his gaze didn’t budge, she dug her nails into her palms. “Let’s order first. Anything good?”
    His eyes remained on hers. “I’m not looking for anything special. Just the usual fare.”
    Heat rushed across her skin as she internalized his comment. She was anything but “the usual fare.”
    He picked up the menu and angled it toward her. “Are you in the mood for sushi or are you going to do an entrée?”
    Running her hand under her hair, she pulled it to one side over her shoulder, a hint of honey and cinnamon wafting past her. Blake breathed in but continued to look at the menu.
    He couldn’t be as immune to her as he pretended to be. God, she hoped not, otherwise she was in a shit-ton of trouble.
    Time to ease off a bit, maybe. She didn’t want to give it all away too easily. Rule number four, master his five senses, included a peekaboo of skin here and there in a way that seemed accidental—completely innocent. It had been one of her favorite strategy ideas when she wrote the book. So deliciously insidious. Whether or not her dinner companion was any indication, it was quite effective. Usually.
    But too much, too boldly would set off warning signals and give a man the wrong impression—desperation. The last thing she wanted was handing him any ammo. That kind of shift in power would be detrimental. Best to keep him on the edge of his seat, make him question the intensity of his own interest. If he got too uncomfortable, he’d run. Seven shook her head. For being such a powerful gender, men were the biggest chickens.
    Time to regroup and nail down the details. Business first, pleasure later. And there would be, because he was going to lose.
    The waiter took their order and returned with a platter of food and wine. Blake served them, then lifted his glass for a toast. “May you be a gracious