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"Good good" My father rubbed his hands together "Noeren't you two going out for dinner? The Russian Tea Room, wasn't it, Drake?"

My father looked from me to Drake and back

"That's right," Drake said "We have reservations for two in about ten ht now"

I caught Drake's eye and his half-grin half-s in that way His words sent a thrill of lust right to roin

I handed hied it on Then, he took er in our private closet and helpedbehind me, his hands on my shoulders

His cologne lingered on my clothes and hair

CHAPTER EIGHT

We walked to the li outside the hall and the driver took us to Drake's car, which was parked in a lot down the street

We said our goodbyes to er door for o out alone with hi physical attraction to him as a man

The car was silent as we drove to the Russian Tea Rooht conversation to make me more comfortable, as if he wanted me off center, vulnerable

Finally, I couldn't hold back "You're not going to talk to me?"

"I' from our little kiss"

"Little?"

He glanced atI made a face and turned away from him

"For me it was little," he said "Maybe for you it wasn't I don't usually kiss a wo her, so for "