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It was time to face reality.
While Blake’s personal self-worth wasn’t completely attached to his career success, he didn’t want to be the first Dufort to land in the business pages of Forbes as the one who didn’t make it.
Nor did he want to let down his customers. All those authors he knew had spent many hours setting up their accounts and were finally making the sort of income they deserved.
Now K-Books had cut them off at the knees.
Then there were his employees. Fuck, he really didn’t want to fire anyone.
But that was a tomorrow problem.
He took the money, planning to tuck it back into her purse before she left. From his bedroom at some early hour tomorrow morning, if he had his way.
Which he usually did.
The server arrived and took their orders, as the conversation began to flow. Rhonda and Taylor flirted their pants off, leaving Blake to focus back on the beautiful woman beside him.
The moment she had walked in, he’d be taken aback. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back, and she wore a black skirt which clung to her curves and a silk top hinting at small, perky breasts.
Blake's mouth had watered.
And it took a lot of effort to keep his eyes from her décolletage, but her green eyes were a close mesmerizing second.
Who was this stunning creature? He knew nothing about her except she was single, worked at the museum, and wore glasses. Bella was also either shy or inexperienced, he had concluded by the excessive blushes every time her eyes met his.
“So, what do you do at the museum? No, wait. Let me guess,” Blake said, swallowing a mouthful of his roasted salmon. “You’re not a paleontologist...”
“Why not?” Bella asked, sipping her wine.
“Because you’re scared of dinosaurs.” He shrugged, swallowing.
“No, I’m not.” She scoffed.
“How do you know?” Blake grinned.
“Because I...okay, good one.” Bella rolled her eyes. “No, I’ve never met one. And before you roll out all your dad jokes, keep guessing.”
Blake laughed and took a sip of his wine, slowly lowering it to the table, and then turned his body toward her. He ran his gaze over every inch of her. “Hmm, let me see.”
“Stop it. Is that necessary?” she asked, darting their friends a glance.
“No, but I like making you blush.” Blake rested his arm on the back of his chair once more and continued. “You restore art.”
She wriggled in her seat, and he licked his bottom lip to stop his smile.
“Nothing that fancy. I’m an art history major and work there as a coordinator,” Bella said, lining her utensils on her plate with such focus and precision Blake wondered if there was going to be a test for the straightest knife and fork shortly.
Nerves.
He knew how to deal with nervous women. Make them come. They opened right up.
“Doing tours?” he prompted, dragging more information out of her.
God, he hoped she was more fun in bed. She was sexy as fuck, but that didn’t guarantee she knew what to do with her mouth.
“I don’t deal with the public. It’s more behind the scenes stuff like fundraising and administration. Helping with research and so on,” she said. “Nothing as important as what you do.”
“What is it you think I do?” he drawled.
