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    Once seated, they were sitting almost next to each other, plants and shadows separating them from the nearby tables. Their knees were touching.
    Mack slipped his hand under the table and stroked her bare knee. Smooth and soft.
    She jerked it away.
    Now he intended to find out why exactly why Kindra had chosen online sex over the real thing. And what would be his best strategy to please her. To make her moan. To have her begging for more.
    He shifted as his black pants swelled beneath the table. Damn. If he kept this up, he was going to knock the whole table over with his dick.
    “So how does a nice girl like you wind up having online sex?” he said, going with the element of surprise.
    Kindra nearly swallowed the lemon wedge in her iced tea. Eyes watering, she coughed and sputtered. She should have known Mack would be curious and questioning. He certainly was at work, and it made him a good designer. But they weren’t talking about download times here, they were talking about sex .
    But this was not like a normal date.
    Mack Stone was a cut-to-the-chase kind of guy. Working with him had shown her that. The encounter in her office the day before had confirmed that.
    He was also a flirt and something of an expert on woman. Everywhere he went, there were bound to be one or two dangling after him, giggling and smiling and offering to fetch and carry for him.
    To Mack, this was probably just mild, everyday kind of stuff. Eat dinner, talk about sex, then do it. But for her, little Kindra Hill, this wasn’t exactly the kind of conversation she had on a regular basis. She didn’t talk about sex.
    Well, if you didn’t count Russ, that is. But that was different. That was like an outlet, a hobby. Some women scuba dived, some women knitted. Kindra talked dirty to Russ.
    Which somehow made her seem frighteningly sad and twisted. Maybe it wasn’t too late to take up chess or spelunking. Tennis could be fun.
    In answer to his question, she said carefully, “I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”
    His ice blue eyes never left hers. “You’re my business. For tonight anyway. I want to know you.”
    Kindra shivered and wished she hadn’t let Ashley talk her into wearing this tank top. It was clingy and totally ridiculous for October, even if had peaked at seventy degrees that afternoon. She had worn a casual blazer with the tank top at home, but the cut was so narrow, it had made her feel like she was encased in a strait jacket, so she had taken it off.
    Now she wished she were covered in head to toe fleece. Loose fleece. A fleece sack. A fleece onesie, even. Then maybe she wouldn’t feel like Mack was looking at her and seeing her naked.
    Of course, the whole point was that she wanted him to see her naked. No- correction. She wanted to see him naked.
    But getting from here to there was the hard part. She almost wished he had just jumped her bones the minute she had opened her front door and had forgotten all about this wine and dine part.
    But that would make her a really cheap date. She was being cheap enough already, she supposed she should at least spend the guy’s money first. A flush started hiking up her face. She wasn’t so good at this in-person business.
    “Well,” Mack said. “If you’re going to talk dirty, you should at least find someone who knows how.”
    While this sounded interesting, Kindra was aware that though they were in a dark corner, they were still in a public place. With other people around. Mack’s voice sounded really, really loud to her.
    She opened her mouth to shush him.
    “I mean, that guy is completely unoriginal. Come on.” His voice rose another notch. “I want to lick your nipples until you come like a rocket, hot and wet…”
    Yikes. Did he want a microphone in case the chef didn’t hear? Or maybe he could take out a billboard ad or start an Embarrass The Shit Out Of Kindra website. She darted a glance around and nearly hid under the tablecloth when she saw