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to her drink so that he wouldn’t guess that she was one such fan
girl. The man wasn’t just involved in music; he was music as far as she was concerned.
    Clamping her lips shut, Indi tried to keep a calm front
while her thoughts were screaming oh, my god, oh,
my god, I’m sharing a table with XANDER KEATS! When she recovered enough
courage to raise her eyes to meet his gaze again, he was looking at her
inquisitively with a self-assured smile playing on his lips.
    “You recognise me, don’t you?”
    Indi smiled coyly. “Was I that obvious?”
    A blush rose over her cheeks as she realised just how
unsuccessful she’d been at hiding her reaction. Had he
been able to read all her reactions to him so easy – her racing heart when she
first saw him standing beside the table or the tingling nerves that swept over
her body when he touched her hand? How embarrassing that would be, she
thought.
    “It comes with the territory,” Xander replied. “It seems
there are three types of recognition. One is the in-your-face screamer. The
second is the hang-backer who politely waits their turn for an autograph or
photo. And the third is someone who pretends they don’t know who you are at
all.”
    Indi relaxed at the man’s easy manner and they fell into the
same free-flowing conversation as before. This time it involved music in
between spoonfuls of the tiramisu that Xander had convinced her to share with
him.
    “So now
you know I’m not some strange guy from next door, but a rock star with a
reputation to upkeep, can I convince you to accept my offer to show you some of
the lesser discovered delights of Sicily?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with humour.
    Indi’s heart soared at the thought of spending more than one
evening with her idol, but at the same time her brain tried to insert a wave of
caution.  She decided to experience more of Xander’s company before
venturing into a less public environment with him. “I would be interested in doing that once I’ve covered
this part of the island first,” she replied. “Maybe we could discuss some
places over dinner in a few days.”
    Xander nodded in agreement. “Sounds reasonable to me. 
Do you want to get some coffee or should I get the bill?”
    “No, thanks, I’m ready to leave.”
    He attracted the attention of the waiter, who promptly
returned with the bill.  In exchange, Xander, who had been poised with his
black Amex card, handed it over.
    “Hold on, I want to pay for what I ordered myself,” Indi
interrupted, handing over her own black Amex. He might be a rich rock star, but
she was not going to let him think he could buy her dinner just like that.
    Xander smirked while the waiter glanced between them in
bemusement. “You seriously won’t let me buy you dinner?” he asked.
    Indi shook her head. Despite the bubbling chemistry between
them, she wanted to remain out of his debt, and she always paid for her own
dinner on dates.
Wait! A date?
Wouldn’t he have
had to ask her out first for this to be classed as a date? You’re
getting ahead of yourself if you think a sex god like Xander Keats is going to
want to take you out on a full-on dinner date, Indi inwardly chastised herself.
    Holding his hands up in mock defeat, he replied, “Fine, you
heard the lady, let her pay for her part.” Xander chuckled again as he shook
his head. “You’re really a refreshing change, Indi,” he added when the waiter
walked off to split the bill. “I think you’re the first woman to ever refuse
anything from me.”
    His voice sounded velvety as his eyes licentiously drank in
her features before moving down to her neck and beyond. Indi swallowed
hard, her throat suddenly dry due to the powerful hunger exuding from the man’s
gaze. She watched his eyes linger on her exposed cleavage as he licked his lips
with his tongue provocatively, causing her nipples to contract and tighten at
the gesture. Was Xander Keats truly giving her the
come-on? Not in her wildest dreams had