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that two different tables of people were gawking at them.
    Mack was oblivious to her horror. Or the shocked looks of their fellow diners.
    “That sounds like he just typed a passage right from a porno.”
    Kindra fisted her hands and whispered, “Mack!” Couldn’t he see she was mortified?
    “Now if I was going to say something to you, it would be something like ‘I can’t sleep without seeing you in my dreams.’”
    Wait a minute. Hold the phone. She looked at him in surprise. Was he trying to get poetic on her? That wasn’t part of their bargain. She couldn’t handle him saying lover-like things as if he actually cared about her. It would be too much like what she really wanted.
    She sat up straight, startled at her thoughts. What did she really want? Sex with Mack, right? Nothing else.
    Right?
    Mack brushed against her knee with his leg and she felt it reverberate through every inch of her body.
    “No? Not your style? How about ‘You’re a beautiful woman and I want you so bad I ache to taste you.’”
    Kindra had known she was no match for him. This confirmed it. He seemed to be teasing her, a little smile playing around the corner of his mouth. She sat stock still, afraid to move, afraid to say something needy and grasping, which is how she suddenly felt.
    Vulnerable.
    “Not doing it for you?” Mack smiled patiently. “Do you like it dirty? I can talk dirty to you, Kindra. How about… you’ve got a sweet little ass and I can’t wait to fuck it.”
    Her mouth dropped. She felt it clunk down onto her chest. She found her voice. “I don’t think, uh, dirty, is my style.”
    Not that she had a style. But Mack using words like that when talking about her was too much. Way too much. So Russ used it with her all the time. But Russ wasn’t real, Russ was like her computer screen had just gotten really smart and was talking with her. Real, but not real at all.
    Russ wasn’t looking her in the face. With gorgeous blue eyes and muscles rippling in his short sleeve cotton shirt. Russ didn’t have a low, powerful voice that made women want to stand up and howl at the moon.
    Russ wasn’t Mack. Oh, so real, and oh, so close.
    Mack grinned. “Dirty’s not your style? Not yet, anyway.”
    If she were inclined to be honest, which she wasn’t, she kind of liked it when he talked like that. But nothing was going to make her admit that. Not in public. If he tried really hard in private, using all his powers of naked persuasion, she might concede the point.
    The waiter stopped next to them, brandishing plates of food. “Oh, look, our dinner is here!” she beamed at the waiter, then took a nice long swallow of her iced tea.
    Maybe she should have accepted the wine Mack had suggested instead. She was a little tense.
    When the waiter moved away, leaving the steaming fajitas in front of her, Kindra busied herself with filling and rolling up a tortilla.
    As Mack did the same, he suddenly asked, “How old are you?”
    Pausing with a pepper on her fork, she looked at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but was cutting his chicken. It was a harmless question.
    She answered, “I’m twenty-six.”
    “How long have you worked for MicroDesign?”
    “Four years.” Kindra took a bite of her fajita and savored the spicy flavor.
    “So do you own your house or do you rent?”
    Was this a loan application?
    She swallowed her food and said suspiciously, “Why do you ask?”
    He shrugged and leaned back against his chair. “I’m just trying to get to know you, that’s all.”
    Well, stop it . That was the last thing she wanted.
    This was supposed to be like the live version of Russ. Anonymous. Sex for the sake of sex. Mack would try and prove his point, she would get to fulfill a year long fantasy and everything would be hunky dory. On Monday they would pretend this had never happened, and life would go on.
    Instead of telling him that, Kindra found herself saying, “I just bought the house six months ago. I was tired of