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strained as she felt. She stopped herself from asking him again what they were doing. He obviously didn’t know any more than she did. Someone needed to show up to put them both out of their misery. Except… She wasn’t completely miserable. This strange conversation wasn’t painful, exactly, just weird. “I had my pick of schools, but that was always the one I had my sights on.”
    “Only the best for you.” He said it without any condemnation, as if she’d just confirmed something he suspected. “You’re a worthy opponent.”
    She laughed. “Well, every hero needs a villain counterpart.”
    “I agree. The question is, which of us is which.”
    “Well, obviously I’m the villain. They always have a better wardrobe.”
    He focused on her, searing her to the bone. “There is that. Your clothing is inspirational .”
    There was no mistaking his meaning. She leaned forward, liking the way he seemed to drink in the sight of her. Now, finally , they were back onto solid ground. She knew how to verbally spar with this man, and she recognized how easy it was to take a half step sideways and turn that flirting into sparring. It was so much better to take that path than to find out more about him.
    Because she wanted to know more. Even knowing it would be a mistake she may never recover from, she itched to put together the puzzle that was Will Reaver
    She smiled. “If you think the dress is inspirational, you should see what I’m wearing underneath it.”

Chapter Seven
    Will recognized what Penelope was doing, but he chose to allow it. This whole conversation had filled him with the unsettled feeling that he was walking along the edge of a cliff, and one wrong step would send him hurtling over. It was far safer to move back to sex, even with the potential loss of control threatening.
    “Show me.”
    Her eyes widened. “What?”
    “You heard me, pet.”
    She looked around, obviously registering that he’d chosen a table a small distance away from the rest, where he could sit with his back to the wall. Which meant no one behind Penelope could see her front. Still, it was a risk and they both knew it. He was testing her, seeing exactly how far her obedience would go. Would she risk getting escorted out of the restaurant because he demanded it of her?
    Apparently the answer was yes.
    She leaned forward even more, shrugging the strap of her dress off her shoulder and exposing her breast. His gaze dropped to her dark nipple, already puckering as if wanting his mouth there. The force of his desire had him gripping the table to keep from reaching for her. Dinner was supposed to be a slow seduction, one that left Penelope begging for more. Right then, she didn’t look like she was in danger of begging for anything.
    No, she was grinning at him as if she knew just how close he was to dragging her to a nearby bathroom and fucking that look right off her face.
    She replaced the strap just as the waiter walked up with their food. She was all bright eyes and thanks to the man, but the secret smile on her lips said she knew Will couldn’t take his eyes off her. He’d seen her all but naked, but there was something about that illicit peek that just did things for him. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
    He ate with a single-minded intensity, but his entire focus was on her. She kept running her finger down the dip of her dress, adjusting here and there and giving him glimpse after glimpse of those dark nipples. Christ .
    His fork scraped his plate and he looked down to find it empty. He couldn’t even remember what the damn food tasted like. “You have thirty seconds to finish your meal.”
    “Are you feeling a bit overheated, Will?”
    He met her gaze. “From this moment on, you know the proper way to address me.”
    She jerked back, some of her smugness disappearing. “Yes, Sir.” No questioning. No pushing the limits of his patience. He wasn’t fool enough to believe she wouldn’t start digging in her heels as