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were more interested in each other.
     
    Oh , well . It always was the cute ones .
     
    “Let me offer you a dessert of your choice, with my compliments. It’s the least I can do.”
     
    The dark-haired man, Julian, ran his eyes over her body. Her skin tightened under the close inspection. His face filled with desire as he met her gaze. “Thank you. I would love savoring your…dessert.”
     
    This time Lisa knew she was blushing. Her read of the men could be completely off base, or they were bisexual. Either way she didn’t understand her own reactions to the men. It wasn’t as if this was the first time a customer hit on her. That was a freaking occupational hazard for anyone working service industry in this city. She never had trouble compartmentalizing her personal and business personas before. But with these two men she was acting like a blushing virgin on her wedding night, not a cool-headed divorcée who enjoyed all the pleasure sex had to offer on her own commitment-free terms. Scratch an itch and move on. Be friendly but nothing more. Absolutely no warm gushy feelings.
     
    She met Julian’s lascivious smile with a cool, professional one of her own. “I’m certain you’d love our fruit and berry torte. It’s sweet but has a bit of a bite to it.”
     
    “Just the way I like it,” Julian replied with a smirk, rising to her innuendo.
     
    Then her golden stripper, Tim, confounded her. “Don’t I know it,” he muttered under his breath. He gave her a knowing look and a wink, almost conspiring, as though he was sharing a dark secret.
     
    Okay , maybe I was right to begin with . That definitely sounded like a comment made by a lover . Talk about mixed signals . Enough flirting . This is getting a little weird . Strategic retreat .
     
    “I’ll tell your server. Whenever you’re ready let him know what you’d like.”
     
    “I’d rather you took care of us,” Julian whispered low and seductively as he reached out and took her hand.
     
    She stared down at their joined palms, shocked at how such a simple touch spun her senses. Her fingers tingled and a fine shiver played beneath her skin. His rough thumb glided across the sensitive flesh of her wrist. She cleared her throat, trying to pretend to be unaffected. “I don’t think that would be wise,” she heard herself respond as if from a distance. “I think you have enough people caring for you as it is.”
     
    She gave Tim a pointed look. He batted his unfairly long and thick eyelashes in response, miming a quick kiss. Lisa didn’t know how to react. She settled on a light chuckle.
     
    “A man can never have too many caring people in his life,” Julian answered, bringing her attention back to him.
     
    Whoa , definitely retreat time .
     
    Lisa pulled her hand out of his grip and put some distance between them. Flirting at work was one thing. She was the boss and could trust herself not to cross any lines. But Julian’s eyes glowed with some emotion beyond a simple flirtation between strangers. She could see the arousal, the enticing heat. If given half a chance, this man wouldn’t have any qualms with throwing her down on the floor and fucking her raw, to hell with anyone else in the room.
     
    The thought of inspiring that kind of voracity in any man filled her with a true sense of feminine power.
     
    Damn, if it wasn’t for her own personal code of honor she’d take him up on it. She wasn’t above a good, long, hard, slamming screw. It kept life interesting. But not here. Never here. CM was her child and you didn’t fuck strangers in front of children. Not to mention what her employees would think. Had to be hell on morale.
     
    She wiped her hand against her slacks, trying to erase the warmth of his hand’s caress. She felt marked somehow, surrounded by an undeniable magnetism emanating from his touch and Tim’s glance and grin. “Thank you again. It is nice to know that manners and chivalry aren’t entirely dead.”
     
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