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Was he as aware of me physically as I was of him? I couldn’t tell. He kept his word. He didn’t grind against me or allow his hands to wander over my body.
    The only indication he gave of enjoying the dance was the fact that he continued to guide me around several moments after the music ended. He was also slow to release my hand and to drop his arm from my waist. Even then he didn’t immediately step back.
    That’s when I realized my head rested against his shoulder. My cheeks burned. I swallowed and stepped back, not allowing my gaze to rise any farther than the knot in his silk tie.
    “Thanks.” He managed to infuse an incredible amount of sizzle into the one word.
    I had to struggle to keep visions of falling into bed with him at the first opportunity at bay. “Sure,” I said, hoping my voice was steadier than it sounded to my sensitive ears.
    “Tell the girls I said thanks.”
    I bit back the urge to suggest he tell them himself—with his hands. I arched a brow. “I will.”
    “So do you want to make it dinner tomorrow instead of lunch?”
    Wasn’t he the pushy one? I smiled and shook my head. “And before you ask, they agree with me.”
    He leaned down to touch his lips against my ear. “Are you sure? I could have sworn they wanted to be alone with me while we danced.”
    “You’re delusional or have had too much to drink,” I said, stepping away from him.
    He smiled. “Or you and they have gone to my head.”
    “Do you always flirt so…outrageously on a first date?”
    “I’ll let you know—when we have our first date tomorrow.”
    I smiled.
    He glanced at his watch. “I have to prepare for an early morning meeting tomorrow so I’d better say goodnight.”
    I swallowed a lump of disappointment. Just as I was revving up to trade heated sensual barbs he was ready to leave?
    He glanced around. “Can I walk you inside or are you staying out and enjoying the rest of the night?”
    What was the point of remaining by the pool once he’d left? “I’ll go inside.”
    He held the door open for me and followed me inside. In the side hallway, he turned to look down at me. “What kind of food do you like?”
    “I’m a Chinese food fanatic, but I also like to be surprised.”
    “Is there any type of food you dislike?”
    “I’m willing to try anything as long as it’s not excessively hot and spicy.”
    “You don’t like hot and spicy?”
    “No. Do you?”
    He locked his gaze with mine as he nodded slowly. “Oh, yes.”
    His suggestive tone made it plain he wasn’t referring to food. I haven’t been shy since my late teens. I can usually trade sexual innuendos without breaking a sweat. But there was something about Grant that made me feel like a teenager crushing for the first time. Even while I told myself I didn’t like the feeling, I embraced it. Welcomed it. Relished it. Grant West was the kind of man who made a female very happy to be a woman.
    I looked away, unable to maintain his gaze.
    He brushed his hand against the back of mine. “Sorry,” he said softly. “I promise I’ll behave better tomorrow.”
    What was up with him and his unwanted promises? I met his gaze and smiled. “It’s okay–”
    “You’re clearly embarrassed.”
    “It’s that obvious, huh?”
    He nodded. “While I find your shyness charming, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
    “Charming?”
    He shrugged. “Actually that’s much more appropriate than the word I’d really like to use, but let’s drop the subject before I’m tempted to say something else inappropriate.”
    I nibbled my lip, staring at him. What word did he want to use?
    He arched a brow. “If you keep staring at me like that, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll say next,” he warned, his gaze wandering to my breasts.
    I gave myself a mental shake and tapped his shoulder. “My eyes are up here, Grant.”
    “Sorry.” He flashed me a sexy smile and raised his gaze to mine. “Very nice eyes too.”
    “Hmm.”
    He