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teeth. “Tu parle francais?”
    “ Non ! No! I’ve just exhausted my memory of college French. Please don’t test me anymore.”
    He leaned closer and declared, “ Charmonte !” He continued in slightly accented English, “Yes, you are charming. I love your accent.”
    “Wait.” Anne laughed. “Isn’t that my line?”
    “I am Henri ,” he said, pronouncing it ahn-ree , and reaching out to catch her hand. He pressed his lips lightly on her fingers. “You are new, oui ? Katie is not here?”
    “Oh, Katie is out for three days doing wedding planning, but she’ll be back on Thursday.”
    “Wedding! My Katie is with another man?” At Anne’s shocked look, Henri laughed aloud, his green eyes sparkling. “No, I am teasing you. She was never mine. But you… maybe you could be mine.”
    “Monsieur, I have a feeling I’d just be one of many if I were yours. I think you have plenty of women to keep you company.”
    “ Non ! No! There have been others before, but they are all gone.” He blinked puppy-dog eyes. “I am all alone.”
    “I doubt that seriously. No woman could resist that face, I think.”
    “And you? Can you resist me?” He lifted her hand again and turned it over to kiss her wrist gently.
    Anne pulled her hand away slowly.
    “No, I can resist you. At least I hope I can. You seem pretty dangerous to me.”
    “I am not dangerous. I am a pussy cat.”
    “I’ve always been a dog-person,” Anne replied. “You can trust your dog. But a cat can be purring in your lap one minute and digging his claws into your leg the next.”
    “Do not worry,” he countered. “This cat has no claws. Very safe.”
    Anne laughed. “I don’t think I believe you!”
    “I can show you how safe I am. You will like this cat. Will you give me a chance?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Earlier I was thinking that this week would be boring. A boring week of business, a long boring time. But now I am thinking that a week is too short. I am thinking a week is not enough time to spend with such a beautiful woman.”
    “Beautiful woman… Now I know I’m getting a line.”
    Henri’s eyes widened. “You do not know? You do not know you are beautiful? Your eyes are so dark that I could get lost in them. I’ve never seen such eyes.”
    “Henri, you’re a smooth-talker. But I’ve been warned about French men. I know y’all just lead women on and then break our hearts.”
    Henri put his hand over his heart. “Never! For you I would give up my wandering ways. For you—”
    “ Henri!” a stern voice spoke from across the room. Steven Gherring was glaring from his office doorway. “I see you’ve met my personal executive assistant. Now if you’re ready to get to work…”
    Henri turned toward Gherring’s office, then leaned back and whispered urgently. “I do not know your name.”
    “It’s Anne,” she whispered back, despite her boss’ glower.
    “Perhaps we could have lunch together,” Henri said over his shoulder as he walked away.
    Gherring’s voice was scolding. “We’ll be meeting through lunch today, Henri. If you worked as hard on your business negotiations as you do on your flirtations, you’d probably have a much better report for me.” They disappeared behind the heavy wooden doors.
    Anne realized her face was warm. She’d enjoyed the playful exchange with the handsome French stranger. He wasn’t really her type. But then again, did she even have a type anymore? Anyway, it was a harmless exchange. Like he said, he was only in the country for a week. Nothing serious would ever come of it. But hadn’t she come to New York for a bit of adventure?
     
    The morning flew by as Anne wrestled with all the travel plans. Three more men and two women had arrived to join with Gherring in the conference room adjacent to his office. When Anne entered the conference room to set up the PowerPoint, she noticed Henri trying to catch her eye. But Gherring blocked her view as he asked her to review the