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glanced back down at him. “Romans,” she said emphatically.
    She was glad to see him blink, surprised at her answer.
     
    “Romans?” he repeated, obviously caught off-guard.
    “Yes. I love Roman history. Greek history is also amazing but I love Roman history the best. The gods and goddesses, the wars, the conquering heroes, the passion of the people for learning and all the horrible and amazing discoveries and inventions that came out of that period simply inspire me.”
    The slow smile that spread across his mouth made her breath catch in her throat. And when he started to discuss the various Greek and Roman gods and goddesses with her and their contributions and impacts on today"s world, she could barely contain her enthusiasm. She had no concept of the passing of time, only of this man and the incredible amount of knowledge he held inside of him. He presented ideas she"d never considered about history and he made her mind scramble to keep up with him. She was challenged as she"d never been in her dry university classes and she was more thrilled than she could ever imagine being.
    When a gray suited man slipped a note to her companion, she glanced down at her watch and gasped. “Oh, no! Is it really already passed two o"clock?” she gasped. Her appointment with her guardian had been over an hour ago. “I have to go,” she said and quickly stood up, grabbing her purse, forgetting the list of job openings by her chair. Sticking out her hand, she offered it in a half hearted attempt at the social niceties, but her mind was already on an argument to present to her guardian for her unforgivable tardiness for their meeting. It had taken over a year to manage getting this appointment. How long would it be before she could wrangle another one into his painfully busy schedule.
    “Thank you for a great afternoon but I must go,” she said and almost pulled her hand back when he didn"t immediately take it in his. But his warm, strong fingers wrapped around her smaller one and all her panic disappeared. The rest of the world receded and she looked up, and up again, into the man"s dangerous eyes. She couldn"t pull her hand away, and now, she didn"t want to. Her whole body had forgotten her missed meeting and was now focused on her previous intent of seducing this man, having him initiate her into the world of love making. Her hand tingled and her body seemed to be shaking and he wasn"t touching anything but her fingers with one hand and her wrist with the other. “Have dinner with me tonight,” he said and she heard the order in his voice. It wasn"t a question, it was a command. She suspected this man was always obeyed and a part of her, the rebellious side that had fought almost constantly against her protectors for the first several years, rose up and started to say no simply because it was an order instead of a request. But the side of her that was intrigued beyond measure by the man"s touch, his gaze, the promise behind his eyes, overrode her rebellion and accepted his command.
    “Yes,” she replied.
     
    “Good. Give me your address and I"ll have a car pick you up,” he said.
    Electra floundered. He couldn"t show up at her place, the guards would follow and she was hoping, just this once, she could outsmart them and be alone tonight. Sure, Dharr was strong enough and confident enough that he probably wouldn"t be intimidated. But did she want to take that chance? Glancing down at the man"s magnificent physique, she knew the answer was no. This was her chance at a glorious introduction and she was going to take it.
    “Um…” she thought quickly. “How about if I meet you somewhere?” she suggested. Maybe the old bathroom trick would work this time. She hasn"t tried to slip away from her guards in years. Maybe they were lulled into a false sense of security.
    Everything inside Dharr fought against releasing control of this situation and this slender beauty. If she would give him her address, he would know how to