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“Which is?” He unfastened his coat, pulling both sides away, leaning back in his chair, his ebony eyes never leaving mine.
“I’m a surgeon.”
“Wow.”
“Is that a ‘wow’ because women aren’t supposed to able to handle such a demanding field?” I’d heard it before, including from my father, who’d encouraged me to become a lawyer. Then a teacher, both admirable professions but ones he called ‘better suited for a woman of stature.’ I’d wanted to strangle him.
He laughed and when he did, the sound skittered through me like bottle rockets. So sultry. So… seductive. “I don’t see you as the kind of woman who needs to carry a chip on her shoulder or prove herself.”
“Interesting. What kind of woman do you see me as?” I leaned forward, darting my eyes down his broad chest. Swooning wasn’t something I was used to doing, but it was hard to resist his incredible physique or the exotic aftershave he’d chosen, the deep, rich scent almost intoxicating.
He leaned forward as well, the table small enough we were only three inches apart. After taking a deep breath, he lowered his gaze to my chest as well, a moment of tit for tat that added to the flirtatious moment. “You’re the kind of woman who can handle herself in any situation, remaining calm under pressure while providing comfort to those who need it the most. However, you’ve hidden behind your calling from God, keeping chained the woman buried underneath the angelic layers.”
The man could take my breath away, but I wasn’t the kind of woman to fall for a line, even if his words seemed heartfelt. “I assure you that there is nothing angelic about me.”
A spark in his eye drew my attention and I could almost see his wheels turning. “That is good to hear. Very good indeed.”
He remained in the same position, taking several deep breaths before leaning back in his seat, concentrating on sipping his coffee.
I tried to act as if his comments and his presence didn’t bother me, but my nipples were swollen, aching and several filthy thoughts continued to travel through my mind. It was hard not to wonder what he’d be like in bed. Would he be dominating, rough around the edges, refusing to allow me any control? I shuddered from the thought.
A few seconds passed, every one of them full of sexual tension.
“And what do you do?” I finally asked.
“I’m a stockbroker.”
“I’m certain you’re good at what you do given your observational skills.”
I was rewarded with another laugh, the sound vibrating into my core. “It’s more about attention to detail and never cracking under pressure. I’ve been… successful, although the hours are grueling.”
“Then do something else.”
“I just might take your advice.” He took another full sip of coffee, slowly placing his cup on the table. Then he grabbed the Danish with one hand, gently tugging off a hunk. As he brought it to my lips, his expression was one of demand, just like I knew he’d be in bed. Jesus. What was I thinking? He was a complete stranger.
“Take a bite for me.” There was no suggestion in his voice, just a strong command. I had no reason to follow his order, but everything about him was compelling. I wanted to please him. That wasn’t like me in the least. Still, I tilted my chin, determined to challenge him. “No.”
He exhaled, the look in his eyes growing fierce, as if he was prepared to require my compliance.
No matter what he needed to do in order to make it happen.
Fine. What the hell would it hurt?
I pursed my lips until he narrowed his eyes. Then I opened my mouth like a good little girl, accepting the bite. The pastry was still warm, a single bead of icing slipping past my lips. When he reached across the table again, swiping the tip of his index finger through the soft goo, I held my breath. Then as he brought the tip to his mouth, pushing it inside then closing his eyes, I was lost in the moment, no other sight or sound capable of getting through.
The second a slight, husky growl rolled up from his throat, I felt weak in the knees.
Get ahold of yourself, for God’s sake.
Even the little voice inside my head had a difficult time getting through. I purposely looked away, swallowing several times.
“Extremely tasty, sweet just like I knew it would be.”
Why did I have a feeling his words were directed toward me and not the Danish?
“I hate to admit it, but I have a short appointment. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my cup of coffee for a change,” he said as he rose to his feet. “It’s rare that I find such amazing company, and one so beautiful.”
I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he gave me a single nod and walked away, tossing the almost full cup of coffee into the trash. Exhaling, I brought my cup to my lips again, realizing my hand was shaking.
