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on the positive side . Not that women needed to love food, he just found it a major turn on. Another one of his kinky dysfunctions. “Would you like a drink?” He listed several alcoholic beverages and ran into an unexpected snag. Her frown.
    “I’ ll have the Martine. But virgin.”
    He stared at her. Virgin? He tried to recall any woman he’d had that didn’t drink. He bit his tongue on a frustrated curse at what had to be the most unexpected deal breaker ever. “Not a drinker?”
    She shook her head, clearly comfortable with her anti-alcoholic preference.
    “I’ll get you some lemonade.”
    A sweet smile. “Sounds perfect.”
    Sonofabitch. Liquid courage wasn’t needed for him, but he preferred his women completely uninhibited and especially for her, she was already too much of a goddamn Snow White. Now he’d have to fake an entire dinner that he knew wouldn’t end like he really needed it to. What a fucking hair puller.
    “ I mean it. What smells so darn good?”
    He came back with her drink and set it down on the coffee table before her. “Still a surprise. Are you hungry? I have appetizers.”
    Her eyes strayed over his chest briefly. “Starving,” she nearly whispered.
    “Be right back.” He hurried off to hide the hard on she’d caused with her innocent behavior. Fuck, that was no good. He was too desperate and she was…too unpredictable, too different, too soft, too beautiful. He returned with a tray and set it down on the coffee table. She immediately zeroed in on the shrimp and picked one up. “Mmmm,” she muttered, investigating. It was butterflied, stuffed with cheese and cubed ham meat, wrapped in a strip of organic bacon, and deep fried. He sat on the sofa next to her chair and watched her sink her teeth into the shrimp. “Oh. My. God.”
    He licked his lips as her erotic sounding response shot fire into his cock. “Glad you like it.”
    Her eyes went wide. “ It’s delicious, I’m not kidding. It’s like what the hell are you doing in gynecology? You should be a chef!”
    Unbidden laughter gushed out of him at the unexpected comment. “You think?”
    “Oh yeah. ” She nodded emphatic, reaching for another. This time, her bite wasn’t as gracious as the first and half the cheese fell on her shirt. “Craaaaap,” she exclaimed, swiping it with her middle finger and sucking it off.
    He caught a glimpse of t hat little pink tongue and again his cock jerked. He willed his body under control. Before this was over with, he was going to be a fucking wreck. He’d needed a fix bad and now he had this. This beautiful woman with the perfect body. The problem was her. She was the type to turn up with a child and claim it was his and demand marriage. His heart raced as he recalled her you should be a chef remark. “Gynecology is much easier.”
    Her blue eyes snapped to him. “Are you serious?” She picked up a zucchini appetizer. “Easier to stand between women’s legs all day than cook ? Come on, no way.”
    “Easier for me.”
    “Guess so, since you’re a guy.” She bit into another shrimp. “Mmmm, Doc, this is fantastic, holy cow, seriously.”
    His body was picking up speed in the excitement department. It didn’t care if she qualified in every way. It qualified in the way it wanted. A soft pussy to suck and pleasure and pump various sized dildo’s into. And that perfect ass. He wondered how she’d react to having his tongue probing it. He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees to hide his hard on. With each bite she took, she gave the sultriest moans, driving the heat in his blood higher. She would’ve been amazing as expressive as she was. He loved an expressive woman.  
    “Thank you,” she muttered.
    His gaze had been lost on the curves of her sweet body when her timid gratitude breached the red haze of lust. He knew he was in trouble when he didn’t care that she’d caught him. It was a good time to start the seduction.
    “One of these days, you’ll