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restaurant. You see, Katya, in a restaurant, they tend to specialize in producing food, particularly around the socially acceptable hours for lunch and dinner, and possibly breakfast, depending on the establishment.”
    Her blood instantly went from stagnant to full boil and she stood up, her chair scooting out behind her. She didn't owe this man anything, didn't even know him, and couldn't give two shits about his order with her bakery. She grabbed her purse and went to storm past him when he grabbed her arm.
    “ Do not touch me,” she hissed, but his hand didn't move.
    “I was being serious – the lobster shouldn't be missed. Sit down,” he said, finally putting down his menu.
    “Are you joking? I'd rather eat my own hair than have a meal with you,” she said.
    “Well, you can do that at this table, too. Sit. ”
    She sat down, shocking herself. He smiled at her – a closed mouth, tight lipped number, then retrieved her napkin from where it had fallen next to the table. She took it from him and smoothed it out on her lap.
    “What do you want?”
    “I was very surprised to see you in that bakery. I wasn't aware you were living in San Francisco,” he said.
    “Been here for a long time now.”
    “You're a baker?”
    “Well, you see, Wulf, when someone makes cupcakes for order, and cakes, and cookies, and other desserts, depending on the establishment, that person is generally considered a baker,” she mocked him. She expected him to get angry, but he actually smiled. She wasn't sure if she'd ever seen him smile.
    “Feisty. How's your mother?” he asked, sipping at his wine.
    They discussed their families for a while. Their mothers were still close, and Katya had only been two years older than one of his sisters, though she hadn't spoken much to the other girl since graduation.
    After they'd ordered, Katya found herself feeling more comfortable. More confident. Why was she so intimidated by him? Because he was rich? Because she'd had a crush on him, a million years ago? Refusing to blush, she remembered the woman she'd been the night before; remembered the kind of unbridled passion she'd experienced. She'd been fucked seven different ways to Sunday, in full view of multiple people – Wulf was nothing in comparison to that kind of intimidation.
    Just another guy. You weren't scared of Liam – don't be scared of this asshole. You had anal sex last night, for god's sake. He wouldn't even know how to handle you.
    Though while they ate, she caught him looking at her sometimes. Looking in such a way that she had a feeling he would know exactly how to handle her. By the time dessert menus were brought around, she was feeling so hot and tense and turned on , she felt like she was about to start running circles around the room.
    “The food was lovely,” she said while she waited for her wine to be topped off. “And I even admit, it was fun to catch up with someone from the old neighborhood, but I have to be honest Wulf – why are we out at dinner?”
    “For a bright girl, I feel like you don't catch onto things very quick,” he said. His sense of humor was odd, that was for sure. So dry and sarcastic, she wasn't entirely sure when he was or wasn't joking. She decided to take a guess.
    “Then enlighten me, and speak slowly, please,” she joked back. She was given another tight lipped smile.
    “Well, Katya, when a man asks a woman to share a meal with him late at night, that's generally considered a date.”
    “We're on a date?”
    She'd blurted it out before she could stop herself, but she was so shocked. Her? On a date? With Wulfric Stone? The world had officially gone crazy. First she's engaging in public displays of indecency, then she's accidentally going on a date with the biggest asshole she'd ever met.
    Maybe I'm in a coma or something and this is all a crazy hallucination.
    “What did you think this was?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
    “I don't know, I thought maybe you wanted to talk