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to do something about Dominique?’
    â€œNo,” he whispered, barely able to speak, the pain in his head gripping him.
    â€œWe’d better think of something soon because if she finds out that you can’t—”
    â€œI’ll take care of it.”

    S he couldn’t believe he was the same man from three nights ago. Kevin looked bright, sexy and full of energy. Dominique watched him from a distance as he spoke to a hostess who helped him select items for lunch. The restaurant was designed for a casual dining experience with a buffet setting and expensive decorative accents like real crystal vases and real wood flooring. She’d chosen a table in the corner because he’d insisted she come inside with him. She wasn’t going to eat anything here, although she wanted to. She’d never heard of this place and the options looked delicious, but the prices were out of her present budget. She had her savings, but had to prepare for when she looked for proper work and she didn’t know how long that would take. Plus, she doubted he expected his driver to eat lunch with him. He didn’t tell her he had a date, but she suspected that was the reason they were there. She glanced at her watch, wondering when the date would show up and what type she’d be. Likely a corporate attorney. Considering the neighborhood attracted more high-powered businesspeople, a party heiress likely wouldn’t be in this part of the city.
    And that could be a problem for her. She and Kevin didn’t travel in the same circles, so she’d never worried about bumping into someone she knew. However, that was a possibility here in a place filled with executives, lawyers, investors and other professionals. Although she’d chosen a table that kept her out of view, she wasn’t completely safe from someone making a connection with her and Kevin.
    She saw Kevin thank the hostess and turn. Dominique quickly looked away. She didn’t want to be caught staring. She watched a car drive by and then a man on a bicycle.
    She jumped when she heard a tray settle on the table. She turned to him and surged to her feet. “What are you doing? You can’t sit here.”
    Kevin stared at her. “Why not?”
    She couldn’t have anyone see them together. Kevin turned heads and drew attention even when he wasn’t trying. “Because…” She lowered her voice. “Because I’m your driver.”
    He sat down. “So what?”
    She sent a panicked look to the door. “What are you going to do when your date shows up?”
    â€œI don’t have a date.”
    Then why are we here? “You’re not supposed eat with your driver.”
    â€œWho says?”
    Dominique scanned the room. She didn’t recognize anyone and although two women had sent glances towards their table, their interest was fixed solely on Kevin and not her. “It’s important to establish boundaries and distance and—”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?” he asked, spreading his napkin on his lap. “You want to sleep with me, but you don’t want to eat with me?”
    Dominique leaned forward and lowered her voice, hoping nobody had overheard him. “No, that’s not—”
    â€œThen stop talking and spoiling my appetite.” He gestured to the tray filled with three full meals. “Choose what you want and eat up.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œWant me to choose for you?” He set a plate of grilled chicken and broccoli in front of her. “There you go.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œYou don’t want that? Okay—”
    She grabbed his hand, stopping him from removing the plate. The colorful sight and aromatic smell made her mouth water and stomach grumble. “It’s fine,” she said, letting his hand go. She caught the quick satisfied grin on his face, but didn’t care. She would eat, she just wouldn’t eat with