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    Chuckling, he admitted, “Once. I don’t usually do this whole seduction bit. It’s not really...necessary with anyone who has come home with me.” With the candles lit, he stuck the lighter in a drawer, then walked over to me. Running his hands up and down my arms, he smirked. “Take last night, for example. I brought home this totally smoking hot chick, but she was so drunk, she didn’t even open her eyes when I laid her in bed. Those candles would have been a complete waste.”

    That’s when I punched him in the shoulder. He laughed, I’m guessing at his cleverness and his ability to hit a nerve. “You are totally ruining the moment here. Why would you even talk about the girl from last night when you have me...here...now?” Then I laid my head on his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck to plant a kiss or two.

    Wyatt surprised me by pulling away gently, and leading me over to the stool at the island. “Let’s eat, and talk,” he suggested. Then he walked over and sat on his own stool.

    My eyebrows rose. “You want to talk?”

    “And eat,” he reminded me. Then he poured wine into the two glasses he had sitting on the island. “Okay...and drink a little.” He smiled. “So, did I guess right?” He gestured to my plate.

    There was steak, a baked potato, and asparagus with Hollandaise on the side. “Hmmm, I’ll let you know.” Then I very purposefully cut the steak. Medium. This man was perfect. Dammit. I was going to play it all cool, but how I can I not swoon just a little when my steak is cooked to perfection. “How did you know?” I asked, looking at him while beaming.

    “Well done is for those who never take a risk, or are just super mean and tough.” He started to explain, but I interrupted him.

    “And this is based on some scientific study or…”

    “My personal experience...which is how I knew you would take yours medium.” He took a bite of steak from his fork and chewed.

    The rest of the meal mostly passed in a blur. I could barely eat. It is impossible to eat while hiding a huge smile. Or maybe it was just impossible for me to eat. Then...he pulled out dessert. I love chocolate cake. Instead of waiting for me to reach out and snatch some with my fork, and instead of wading through weak protests that I was too full or too fat, he fed me.

    The fork hovered just in front of my face. “Here, try this,” he said. He wasn’t begging, or demanding, and yet there was no way I could turn him down.

    Opening my mouth, he slid the fork in. It ended up being a bigger mouthful than I had anticipated. Not everything made it in neatly. There was a good bit of frosting on my lips. My hand shot up to cover my mouth, but he pulled it away and started kissing and licking at the chocolate while I struggled to swallow what was in my mouth. It had surprised me so much that I could have sworn I was going to choke.

    “Wine,” he suggested as he picked up my glass and passed it to me. I could feel my face flush, but my hope was that given the low lighting, he would never know. “You are adorable when you blush, in case you were wondering,” he mentioned.

    While I was busy taking a sip, he was busy looking me over. “How is it possible that you have so little experience?” He asked. I was frozen in place, mesmerized by the way he was studying me, touching my face, and playing with my hair in his hands. Soon it was obvious he didn’t expect an answer. He kept talking. “You must just intimidate the guys.”

    “I’m scary,” I asked while staring into those eyes. It was meant to be a joke, but it fell flat. My nerves were on alert, my mouth instantly dry.

    “Not to me. You should meet my family. After them, I’m afraid of no one.” He chuckled. Without saying another word, he walked around the island until he was in front of me. Suddenly his arms slid around me, and he gathered me in such a way that he could carry me right over to the bed.

    Somehow, I was more nervous now