When He Was Bad...

“Sure, Sara,” he said. “I’d be happy to give you my point of view.”

Sara felt a rush of relief. “Good. That’s good.” She reached for her planner. “We can set a time for you to come back here and—”

“Nope. I don’t want to talk here. As I said, I’m not real crazy about this big old desk between us.”

“If you’d prefer, we can sit on the sofa.”

He examined it for a moment. “Well, I admit that’s a step in the right direction, but…” He turned back. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Then where do you suggest we do the interview?”

“Over dinner.”

Her heart kicked up a notch. “Dinner?”

“Yeah. Good food and good wine make everything so much more enjoyable, don’t you think?”

She should have known this wasn’t going to be as easy as it appeared. Nothing with this man was as easy as it appeared.

“Didn’t I tell you yesterday that I’m not interested in going out with you?”

“That was yesterday. This is today.”

“Nothing’s changed.”

“If it makes you feel better, think of it as a business dinner.”

No. No way. She had to be firm with him, or he was going to run all over her.

“I’m sorry, Nick. Any interview I conduct is going to take place right here.”

“Is that your final word on the subject?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Then the deal’s off.”

He rose from his chair, grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

Sara stood up suddenly. “Wait!”

Slowly he turned back.

She sighed with frustration. “I don’t understand why you’re being difficult about this. There’s no good reason—”

“On the contrary. There’s a very good reason I’m being difficult.”

“Which is?”

He spoke slowly and distinctly. “Because I want to have dinner with you.”

“Why?”

“Why? Well, let’s see. It’s this little ritual men and women sometimes perform. It’s called a date.”

“You told me to think of it as a business dinner!”

“Right. You think of it as a business dinner. I’ll think of it as a date.”

“Then we’d be at cross-purposes, wouldn’t we?”

“Isn’t your goal to find out how a man like me thinks?”

“Yes.”

“Believe me, Sara. By the end of the evening, you’ll know exactly what’s on my mind.”

A shiver of awareness crept up Sara’s spine, clashing wildly with the warning bells sounding inside her head. She knew this was nothing but a power play, but still she couldn’t stop the gut-level reaction that came from listening to a very sexy man alluding to very sexy things.

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