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“The part was tailor-made for you?”
“Yes.”
“You played a few minor roles over the years.”
“I see you have been following my career.”
“I am interested enough to do so. I like the theater. Have you ever considered the big screen?”
“Considered and dismissed it almost immediately. My life and talent lie with the theater.”
“Some might say that conquering the theater means you have every chance of making it on the big screen.”
Shaking back her hair, she leaned her elbows on the table and cupped her fingers around the glass. “I love performing in front of a live audience,” her eyes shone with purpose and pleasure and sent desire straight to his core.
“Seeing their reactions firsthand and hearing the gasps, the applause, the sighs is something that spurs me on. I could never exchange that for anything.”
“You are very passionate about your work.”
“Which makes it easy to do.”
“I agree.” He pressed a button under the table, and the waiter materialized almost out of nowhere with a tray. “Pumpkin cheesecake. I hope you like it.”
“I am sure I will.”
“That’s it for the night, Gerald.”
“Personal chef?”
“Something like that. What do you think?”
She closed her eyes as the pie melted on her tongue. His hand balled on his thigh as he felt the desire increasing. He had intended to take it slow, perhaps take her out a few times, but it would have to be tonight.
“It tastes like heaven.”
“Happy you like it.” He picked up his glass and asked Gerald to bring him something stronger. “I have done my research, and investing in the production is something I would like to do.”
Her eyes sparkled at that. “Jack would be over the moon.”
“And you?”
“Happy, of course. As I said, the theater, particularly this play, is my life.”
“No significant other?” He asked casually.
“No. I have been so wrapped up in my work that it leaves little or no time for anything else.”
“I see.” He finished the wine and leaned back against the chair, his eyes following her movements as she polished off the pie. “Would you like another slice?”
“No.” She shook her head and laughed, pressing one hand against her stomach. “I am quite full.”
“More wine?”
Her tapered brows lifted. “Trying to get me drunk, Mr. Hammond?”
“Never entered my mind, and the name is Callum. Let me show you around.” Pushing back his chair, he came around to pull hers out. Instead of moving out of the way, he crowded her in, forcing her to be pressed against him.
His cologne was heady and expensive, and so was he. Before she could move away, he cupped her cheek, eyes roving over her lips and sending heat to her core.
