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“
I
’
ll
put
an
alarm
on
my
calendar
.
”
He
smirks
.
“
Eat
.
”
The
chicken
caesar
is
delicious
.
To
my
surprise
,
I
’
m
famished
,
and
for
the
first
time
since
I
’
ve
been
with
him
,
I
finish
my
meal
before
he
does
.
The
wine
is
crisp
,
clean
,
and
fruity
.
“
Eager
as
ever
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
he
smiles
down
at
my
empty
plate
.
I
look
at
him
from
beneath
my
lashes
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
whisper
.
His
breath
hitches
.
And
as
he
stares
down
at
me
,
the
atmosphere
between
us
slowly
shifting
,
evolving
…
charging
.
His
look
goes
from
dark
to
smoldering
,
taking
me
with
him
.
He
stands
,
closing
the
distance
between
us
,
and
tugs
me
off
my
barstool
into
his
arms
.
“
Do
you
want
to
do
this
?
”
he
breathes
,
looking
down
at
me
intently
.
“
I
haven
’
t
signed
anything
.
”
“
I
know
—
but
I
’
m
breaking
all
the
rules
these
days
.
”
“
Are
you
going
to
hit
me
?
”
