Rafe shrugged. “Can’t fault a man for looking.”
“I can,” I said.
“Would sir and madam like some dessert?”
He looked from one to the other of us. Rafe turned to me, questioningly. I shook my head. “None for me, thanks. Though you may want to try the chocolate raspberry cheesecake. Todd had it yesterday, and it looked good.”
He nodded. “One of them, then.”
I added, “And some coffee, please. Black.”
The waiter took himself and our used plates off, and Rafe returned his attention to me. An arched brow invited me to pick up where I’d left off. I said, reluctantly, “As a matter of fact, Todd asked me not to wear anything revealing.”
“You told him about tonight? Afraid you wouldn’t make it back home again?”
I shook my head. “It was yesterday. Last night, after you left. He said he didn’t like the way you looked at me, and would I please not wear anything provocative in front of you again.“
“You think he’d approve of that getup?” His eyes wandered over me, what he could see above the table.
“It’s not provocative,” I said.
He grinned. “That depends, darlin’.”
“On what?” What was provocative about a long sleeved, primly buttoned blouse and a chignon so severe my eyebrows were elevated, for goodness’ sake?
“I s’pose on what’s underneath. And what it’d take for someone to get to it.”
The return of the waiter broke the spell, and I accepted my cup of coffee with hands that weren’t entirely steady. My voice wasn’t, either. “I don’t know why I ordered this. Could I have a glass of water, please? With ice?”
The waiter didn’t react, but of course Rafe did. “Have the cheesecake, too, darlin’. You look hungry.”
A choking noise came from the table next to us, and one of the women buried her face in her napkin. I opened my mouth to protest, but the waiter was already lowering the plate, and I didn’t want to argue in front of him. I waited until he was out of earshot before I hissed, “I told you I didn’t want any dessert.”
“That was before,” Rafe said.
“Before I got you so hot and bothered you ordered ice water to cool down.”
“I am not hot and bothered!” I denied. “And I don’t want any cheesecake.” I pushed the plate away. For what might have been the first time in my life, cheesecake held absolutely no appeal.
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So there you have it. A #SampleSunday excerpt from A Cutthroat Business. How did you like the super-sexy paragraph? (If that guy was looking at me, I might feel the need for a little ice water myself. Just sayin'...)
Check back next week for another #SampleSunday snippet. I think I might throw up a little teaser for Hot Property, Cutthroat Business Mystery #2, coming soon to a Kindle (or Nook) near you!