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"Quite sure," the voice said in an accent her addled nized as French "I like a woman with a little fire in her belly"

Charlotte woke up in the fetal position Groaning, she opened her eyes and saw a pair of knee-high leather riding boots The boots belonged to a pair of long legs crossed at the ankles and using her back as a footstool Looking up she saw Kingsley Edge lounging on the VIP sofa with a dainty teacup and saucer in his hands Sipping at his tea he s this, chérie, but you need a new hobby"

It took her er than it should have to process his words

"Hobby?" she asked "Who are you?"

"You knoho I am And I knoho you are" He held up her driver’s license and studied it with his dark eyes "Charlotte Brand Steele tells me your friends call you Char Shahtat her license "A good age, Charlie"

"You’re really going to call me Charlie?"

"Oui I love women with men’s names It satisfies a certain deviant side to me"

"Is your boot on sley lifted his feet off her back with a graceful air

"What can I say? When I see a beautiful woman so drunk she ends up passed out on the floor, I assume she’s there because she wants to be walked all over"

"Nice guilt trip I heard you were a pimp Are you a priest, too?"

"Non But I have a priest on speed dial if you need one," he said with a wicked grin on his sculpted lips "Would you like to co to do to me?" His face came into focus for the first ti like that He was rich and had half the judges and cops in town in his back pocket She’d also heard he was handsome, but handsome didn’t do justice to the man in front of her

"Breakfast and a shower are in order Perhaps then we can discuss a certain business opportunity"

The phrase business opportunity triggered a e wasn’t a pi she knew exactly what this business opportunity ht work But I can save you the trouble--no to any business opportunities"

"You say that now…but wait until you try my pancakes"

He sat his teacup and saucer down and held out his hand

What the hell was she getting herself into?

Charlotte reached out and put her hand into his Wrapping his fingers around hers, he pulled her to her feet Wobbling a little on her high heels, she put her hand on his chest to steady herself He covered her hand with his and met her eyes

"You’re a beautiful woman" His dark-lashed eyes studied her face "Even with scuff marks on your cheek"

Charlotte blushed and rubbed her face