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money, although that’s nice.”
    “You do have some pretty awesome perks,”
Cynthia said. “Like that beach house, for one.”
    “Lucky and I like it,” Kurt acknowledged.
“For me it’s the challenge. The creating something new, thinking of
new angles, bringing a product to market that’s game changing. Life
changing. That’s what does it for me.”
    “And RentBro?”
    “Is a good, solid company, don’t get me
wrong.” Kurt waved away the waiter who wanted to pour more wine for
him. “But let’s face it, our products don’t have that sexy factor.
They’re just the background industry work horses.”
    Cynthia thought of the racks of
communications equipment Kurt’s brother, Blake, had once shown her
on a tour, and nodded. “Yep, didn’t do much for me.”
    “So lately, I’ve been restless.” Restless in
more ways than just at work, he thought. Cynthia disturbed his
equilibrium too. And he had yet to figure out why. It was a little
strange seeing her dressed up after the daily workout outfits. She
wore a red dress tonight that did some sort of complicated wrap
thing around her amazing breasts. He had a hard time keeping his
eyes away. She wasn’t a tiny woman, by any means, but she certainly
knew how to dress to her advantage. She looked good. Damn good.
    And she was taller tonight, on account of the
ridiculously high heels she wore. A rather loud purple, they were
kind of hard not to notice. How she walked in them, he had no idea,
but evidently, she was used to heels.
    “So you want sexy, but you stay because of
Blake.” Cynthia wiped her mouth delicately with her napkin.
    No, I want sex, and with you, Kurt thought,
as he watched the napkin move across her full lips. Geez, where had
that thought come from? It must be the starvation diet. He set his
salad aside, tried to focus on the conversation. “And the other
younger shareholders, the workers at the company who have a stake
in the success. I’m not going to walk away.”
    “You’re a good man, Kurt.”
    “Don’t let it get around.” Kurt made light of
her words. “Would hurt my negotiating power.”
    The smile suddenly left Cynthia’s face.
“Excuse me a minute. I’ll be right back.” With that abrupt line,
she got up and hightailed it for the back of the restaurant.
    What set her pants on fire? He thought they’d
been starting to connect in a deeper way. The woman was going to
drive him crazy.
    A man’s grating voice from the back of the
restaurant sounded familiar. Kurt turned to see the guy from the
gym, the one who had been practically pinning her to the wall a
couple of weeks ago before he’d intervened, in an animated
conversation with Cynthia near the restaurant bathrooms.
    She gets up and leaves me mid sentence to go
get cozy with that guy again? The hell with that, Kurt thought. He
stood up, started making his way toward them, purpose in every
step. It was only when he got closer that he realized the guy had
his hand on Cynthia’s breast, and she was trying very hard to
remove it.
    Kurt saw red. He closed the remaining
distance in short order, determined to bean the guy. But when the
man looked up and saw Kurt, he dropped his hand in a hurry and
ducked into the restaurant’s kitchen area.
    Cynthia put a hand on his arm to restrain him
before he followed the guy. “Let him go, Kurt, please?”
    “Give me one good reason.” Kurt looked down
at the arm on his sleeve, and back up to her face. “The guy had his
hands all over you. And it didn’t look like you wanted it. Or did I
read that wrong?”
    “I didn’t!” Cynthia became visibly
distraught. “And would you please keep your voice down?”
    “So why did you come running over her to meet
him?”
    Cynthia looked down, miserable. “Because I
didn’t want him to come to our table and make a scene.”
    “Get your stuff.” Kurt knew he was coming
across as an ass, but he was too angry at the moment to care. “I’ve
lost my appetite.”
    Cynthia turned