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loser.”
    Seven tapped her glass to his. “May your colleagues love my book.”
    He scoffed. “Please, the day I have to give my colleagues that book is—”
    “The day you lose.” She raised her glass in a toast and took a sip.
    “So, what are the rules?” Tapping a finger to her chin, she stared at him. “First and foremost, you are not allowed, under any circumstances, to acquire a copy of my book.”
    He smirked. “There is no way in hell I’d read a romance novel. So you’re safe.”
    “Oh, but you’ll have to when I win. You’ll want to make sure you really know the product you’re selling to your colleagues on Sunday.”
    “Not happening.”
    Ignoring his remark, she added, “I’m going to have to trust that you won’t read it.”
    “Of course you can trust me,” he answered, too quickly.
    She eyed him. No one trusted salesmen, but she didn’t have a choice.
    Ticking rule two off on her finger, she continued. “We have all our meals together.”
    He shook his head. “Can’t do it. I have work.”
    “You do, but we have to make sacrifices. As a matter of fact, I’m missing a party as we speak. I get your meals. The bet isn’t fair if I don’t have time with you.”
    Blake only hesitated a second. “Fine.”
    “If you sleep with me and show feelings before the weekend is up, I win. You then must share the book with your colleagues as a legitimate resource on life. Both personal and professional.”
    The muscles in his jaw ticked as he stared back at her. “Deal. But when I don’t cave, regardless of your—” he paused to wave his hand in her direction “—attributes, you have to announce that your happy ever after is nothing but fairy tales.”
    Right now was the moment she should back out. What the hell had she been thinking? Was proving she could make a man want her so important she’d bet her career on it?
    Tired of constantly second-guessing her worth, she straightened. Hell yes it was.
    A wicked grin spread over his face again. Damn, he had such a nice mouth when he wasn’t talking. Her lips tingled. She was in it to win it, no backing down. Especially to this man. “By Sunday afternoon, you’ll be a goner.”
    He yawned. And she gritted her teeth.
    Lifting a wedge of rice with a piece of eel topped with a sweet glaze, she breathed in the mouthwatering aroma. She sampled the sauce with the tip of her tongue, then slipped one end of the sushi partway into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, then slowly pulled it out. On the inside, she was dying of mortification. She’d almost choked twice, with her throat tight and her stomach in knots.
    Blake shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.
    She spared him a quick look. “God, the sauce is so good.” She repeated the action on the other side of the fish, removing all of the glaze, and then slowly licked her lips. “How’s yours?”
    Blake looked down at his plate. He’d yet to take a bite, but dived in at her question.
    Seven grinned on the inside. Thank God. She needed to work harder if she hoped to leave Vegas with any dignity.
    Heart pounding in her chest, she slid from her seat, pushing her plate toward him. “Here, you need to try this.”
    Settling in next to him, she resisted the urge to close her eyes as his cologne and something else she could only guess was all him sent her stomach aflutter. This seduction was for him, not her, damn it.
    He looked at her and then back at the empty seat across from him. “What are you doing?”
    She picked up another piece of eel and held it to his lips. “Take a bite.”
    His brow rose. “Feeding me will not make me fall in love with you.”
    She smiled again, her cheeks getting fatigued with all the effort. This seduction business was a lot more work than she’d bargained for.
    With a placating nod, he opened his mouth. His white teeth bit through, halfway down the length, and Seven’s stomach did a low, slow roll.
    He chewed, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Damn,