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that, yeah.”
    â€œI won’t. I just have one question.”
    She sat back. “Go ahead.”
    â€œIt wasn’t alcohol, was it?” He canted his head toward her martini.
    â€œNo. Painkillers and sleeping pills, sometimes harder stuff.”
    â€œAll right then.” He released her hand long enough to take a sip of his wine, giving her an opportunity to taste her martini. She hadn’t had alcohol since they’d celebrated the opening of the café, and she needed to pace herself. Besides, Kane was doing a good job of making her light-headed and intoxicated on his own.
    â€œKane. Are you sure you want to do this?”
    â€œHave drinks with a beautiful woman? Of course.”
    â€œThank you, but that wasn’t what I meant.” She waved a hand between them. “I mean this. Are you sure you want to take me on?”
    â€œVery sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
    â€œBecause of my story.” She leaned forward, watching his eyes as his gaze dropped to her breasts, then back up to her face without apology. “I gave you the highlight reel, but everything you need to know about me, good or bad, you can uncover with a good Google search. Probably more than my therapist knows.”
    He raised his gaze to hers. “Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer to get to know my partners by actually talking to them. Face-to-face. I don’t believe everything I read on the Internet, and people tend to be less evasive when they’re one-on-one.”
    Nadia shook her head. “So you’re saying I shouldn’t search for you online either?”
    â€œIt depends on whether you’re curious about my professional reputation or my sexual one.” He leaned closer. “I’m perfectly aware of my nickname. I’m sure your friends and part-timers have talked your ear off about Professor Sex.”
    Her brows lifted. “Are you saying you didn’t earn it?”
    â€œNo.” He gave her a slow smile that liquefied her insides. “I lecture on sex. I write about sex. I create profiles for law enforcement based on sex. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I like having sex. A lot of sex, a lot of different ways.” One finger tapped the tablecloth. “But I don’t have sex with my students, despite the number of blogs to the contrary.”
    She sighed. She couldn’t help it. The man knew what he was doing with all that allure and confidence. “Just so you know, I didn’t do a Web search on you. I didn’t have to. Not with the friends I have. They were so eager to tell me all about Professor Sex, despite my every attempt to deflect them.”
    â€œWhy deflect them?”
    â€œI want to make up my own mind about you. They’re not your potential bed buddies, I am.” She raised a brow. “You haven’t slept with any of them, have you?”
    â€œNo.” His smiled widened.
    â€œWhy are you grinning like that?”
    â€œBecause you called yourself my potential bed buddy. That’s a step in the right direction. Means I’m doing something right.”
    â€œI’d say you are. Maybe it’s time to step it up.” She reached into her clutch.
    â€œOh?”
    â€œI have something for you,” she said, then slid her hand across the table. Kane’s hand wrapped around hers, large and warm with a pulse of pure masculine energy that snaked up her arm and then raced right to her ovaries. He slipped the device from her fingers. His eyebrows rose as he recognized the wireless remote for a vibrator, the business end of which she’d tucked into her thong. A slow, sexy smile curved his lips.
    â€œNadia Spiceland, you are full of surprises,” he murmured. “Shall I tell you what this means?”
    The deep tenor of his voice, combined with the knowing way he held the remote, caused her pussy to cream in anticipation. “Yes, please do.”
    â€œGiving me this is a test.