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benefit of a mirror. She was lucky that her stick straight hair was naturally shiny and required little in the way of styling.
    She was almost five minutes early, but Nick was already there when she arrived, having commandeered the most private table in the softly lit, intimate bar area at the front of the restaurant. He stood up the moment he spied her in the doorway, a knowing smile on that rakishly handsome face. It didn’t escape Angela’s notice that every female in the bar was staring at him longingly, and she couldn’t help the added little swagger in her step as she walked over to him.
    But nothing could have prepared her for the way he took her hand and tugged her in close against his hard, unyielding body just before bending his head to capture her mouth in a searing, domineering kiss. Her free hand fluttered up limply to rest against one of his broad, steely shoulders, bracing herself as her knees grew weak from the continued onslaught of his kiss – the kiss that felt as though he was branding her, claiming her. His tongue was making lazy but bold sweeps through her mouth, letting her know that he was in charge, and that he expected not just her participation but her complete and total enjoyment as well.
    And then he lifted his head, gazing down at her in satisfaction. She knew her eyes must be glazing over by now, her cheeks flushed, her freshly applied lipstick all for naught. Her lips felt swollen and bruised, and she’d never even come close to being this highly aroused before. She would have done anything at that point for him to whisk her off to bed, to cup her achy breasts in his big hands, and she had to resist the urge to pull his head back down to hers for another deep, dirty kiss.
    “Sit. Your drink’s already here.”
    Rather than object or rebel at the commanding tone of his voice, something deep within her responded to it instead, recognized it, even liked it, and she sat down obediently in the chair he pulled out for her.
    Nick took his own seat, his long legs brushing against hers very intentionally as he picked up his glass. “Here’s to what will hopefully be a very interesting evening to come,” he toasted in a deep, seductive voice that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire body.
    Angela gave him what she hoped was an equally seductive smile. “I’ll drink to that,” she replied, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip of the lemon flavored vodka. “But it’s already been a very, very interesting evening for me.”
    He lounged back leisurely in his chair, stretching his extra-long legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “Is that right?” he drawled. “Well, why don’t we see how much more interesting it can get. Are you on birth control?”
    She coughed and sputtered as the mouthful of vodka she’d just swallowed went down the wrong way. She raised watery eyes up to him, observing the amused look on his face. “I’d, ah, ask what business that is of yours but I’m having a little trouble speaking at the moment,” she croaked.
    “Bullshit.” He took a leisurely drink from his own glass. “To both statements. You’re talking just fine and you know exactly why it’s my business.” Without any warning he captured her hand and brought it to his mouth, his tongue tracing a wicked little circle around her palm. “After dinner I’m going to fuck you, Angel. Probably more than once. So answer my question like a good girl, would you?”
    Angela felt her entire body suffuse with heat, felt a fine sheen of perspiration begin to cover her skin. “Yes. I use one of those long lasting implants – Mirena, to be exact.”
    “Good. Not that I won’t use a condom, too. That’s non-negotiable. But they aren’t a hundred percent foolproof so I like to know what I’m getting myself into. Ah, no pun intended.”
    “O-okay,” she answered slowly, more than a little dazed “Are you always this, um -”
    “Forward? Outspoken? Ballsy?” He nodded. “Always.