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    Roxi sat at her usual table, a newspaper spread out before her, a milky latté in a yellow mug within easy reach. She took a sip of the frothy concoction and forced her attention to the paper, and not to the street where it had been glued for the last ten minutes.
    Her gaze strayed anyway, this time to the coffee counter. A barista moved quickly, expertly balancing the syrups and myriad flavor shots as she filled orders. The clock above her head read nearly a quarter past nine.
    Roxi tapped her nails against the table. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried to tell her he wouldn’t be showing up this morning. He’d said as much when he claimed dating her was a terrible idea. And yet here she was anyway, looking out the window like a lovesick puppy, hoping against all odds he’d change his mind.
    But he wouldn’t. After all, he’d made it perfectly clear he was only interested in sex. No doubt insanely mind-blowing, phenomenal sex, but still just sex.
    She was the one who’d pushed for more, and she’d obviously been an idiot to think he was interested in anything other than her body. Most size-fourteen women would have probably been thrilled to have a guy like Donovan admiring their curves. And she was …but was it so horrible to yearn for something more meaningful?
    The irony of her desires didn’t escape her. She put her body on full, interactive display for a living, and yet she wanted the man who spent all day looking at her naked to see beyond her tits and ass. But damn it, she didn’t have to be reasonable. Not when it came to relationships.
    And definitely not when it came to Donov—
    Donovan.
    He strolled into the coffee shop, setting off the tinny bell over the door that announced new customers. Everyone in the place turned to stare. A cute blonde a couple of tables down from Roxi straightened her spine and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. She propped her chin on her hand and fluttered her eyelashes.
    Donovan spotted the woman instantly, almost as if he had a sixth sense when it came to bimbos. His lip twitched in a semblance of a smile as he stared at her.
    Roxi’s stomach churned. The raisin scone she’d had for breakfast threatened to make its way up her esophagus.
    Donovan’s gaze slid to his left, connected with Roxi’s—and drove the air from her lungs. His dim smile vanished altogether, only to be replaced with another scowl. For a guy on a date, he didn’t seem very happy to see her.
    To give herself something to do, Roxi lifted the coffee cup to her lips as he neared the table but quickly set it back down when she realized her hands were shaking.
    “Hi.” What should have been a plucky, confident greeting came out as a squeak.
    Donovan yanked out the empty chair across from her, turned it around and dropped into it. He flattened his arms over the top of the backrest, once again effectively putting a barrier between them.
    The sight of him took her breath away. His body molded to the chair with the sensual grace of a predator, and the way he speared her with that gray gaze turned her into a quivering mess.
    She clamped her hands together on her lap and forced a smile. “I thought you would not come.”
    “I had to.” He didn’t look happy about that. Not one bit.
    She flicked her tongue between her dry lips. “Why?”
    His eyes narrowed, and that telltale twitch in his jaw began anew. “Because of that, right there.”
    She shook her head. “I do not understand.”
    “That.” He pointed at her lips. When he stretched his arm, his index finger nearly came into contact with her mouth. It hovered half an inch away, until she could feel the heat promised by his touch. “The way you lick your lips makes me crazy. So does the way you move, the way you sound, the way you smell. Oh God, the way you smell…”
    His face fell. He looked absolutely miserable.
    Roxi’s heartbeat kicked up a few notches. “Is it that awful, being attracted to me?”
    He let out a short laugh