Temptation. Sherryl Woods

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      Jason chuckled. “But you are thinking about it, aren’t you?” He tucked a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Tell the truth.”

      “No,” she lied very firmly, looking straight into those challenging eyes. “Never in a million years.”

      He laughed. “Sweetheart, you are seriously overestimating your willpower or underestimating my powers of persuasion.”

      It was quite possible, Callie thought with a sigh of heartfelt regret, that he was right.

      * * *

      Dinner wasn’t nearly the disaster it might have been, Callie decided as she sipped a glass of wine a couple of hours later. Jason definitely knew his way around a kitchen, even hers. He should have looked a little silly with one of her ruffled aprons tied around his middle, but he was far too masculine for that. The pink gingham had merely shrouded one of the more fascinating parts of his anatomy, a part Callie had no business looking at, anyway.

      She jerked her gaze away only to encounter a pair of gray eyes dancing with amusement.

      “See anything you like?” he inquired.

      “I was just wondering whether that tomato sauce would come out in the wash,” she retorted.

      “Should I strip down so you can find out?”

      “You wish. Besides, it’s only on the apron.”

      “Oh, I’ll bet if I looked hard enough I could find a splash or two on my shirt, maybe a little dab on my pants,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m a messy cook.”

      He sounded proud of the fact. “Is that the technique you always use to get out of your clothes right after dinner?” Callie asked.

      “You have to admit it’s more original than saying I’m going to slip into something more comfortable. Women have been saying that for eons.”

      “Maybe the women in your circle. When they’re not at work, my friends are almost always wearing the most comfortable clothes they own.”

      He surveyed her denim cutoffs and oversize T-shirt. “So I’ve noticed. Is that the full extent of your wardrobe?”

      “Actually, I was once one of Bloomingdale’s best customers. I have an entire closet filled with outrageously expensive power suits. However, I almost never wear them when sitting around the house, especially when I am not expecting company,” she added pointedly.

      “Does that mean if I plan to take you to the theater tomorrow night, I should tell you now?”

      “Unless you don’t mind being totally embarrassed by your date’s attire,” she said without thinking. When the implication of his question sank in, she promptly tensed. “Are you asking me to go to the theater?”

      He paused as if to give the matter some thought, then nodded. “Sounded that way to me.”

      “Why?”

      “To see a play?” he suggested, as if he, too, were struggling to understand what had motivated the invitation.

      Callie scowled at him. “I meant, why you and me?”

      “Gee, that’s a tough one,” he taunted. “How about because I have tickets, I don’t have a date and you seem to be presentable enough.”

      Disappointed despite herself by the mundane response, she muttered irritably, “That sort of flattery will win a girl’s heart every time.”

      He grinned unrepentantly. “I told you I was going to play hard to get.”

      Two could play at that game, Callie decided as a matter of self-preservation. Jason Kane clearly had ulterior motives up the wazoo, but there was no point in missing out on the theater because of them. She was confident she could hold her own in any battle of wits with him if she concentrated very hard on not falling prey to his charms.

      “Comedy, drama or musical?” she demanded as if it truly mattered. The truth was, she loved it all. Broadway, off-Broadway, off-off-Broadway. She would have squandered half her income on tickets if she’d had the time to use them. She hadn’t been inside a theater, though, since she’d lost her job.

      He tilted his head consideringly. “You strike me as a musical kind of gal.”

      “Drama,” she retorted, to be perverse.

      He plucked two tickets from his shirt pocket and held them out. They were for the Tony Award−winning drama currently on Broadway.

      “Why did you get tickets for a drama if you thought I was a musical kind of girl?”

      “Maybe I didn’t buy them for you,” he suggested mildly. “Or maybe I just knew you’d be perverse, say drama to spite me and I’d be able to catch you in your own trap.”

      “Has anyone ever suggested to you that you have a devious mind?”

      “Hourly,” he said with a note of pride. “And in most media reports describing my talents.”

      “It’s not something I’d brag about if I were you,” she commented drily.

      “So, do you want to have dinner before the theater or after?”

      “Have I said I was going?”

      “That’s a given. We’re talking about dinner.”

      “After,” she said.

      He grinned.

      “Let me guess. You already have reservations for six.”

      “Wrong. Reservations at Tavern on the Green for ten-thirty.”

      Her expression brightened despite her attempts to control her reaction. “How did you know—”

      “That it’s your favorite?”

      “Never mind. Terry, of course.”

      “In my business, it pays to do research,” he retorted, neither confirming nor denying his source.

      “I thought you dealt with Nielsen and Arbitron, not the FBI.”

      He chuckled. “Does the FBI have a file on your restaurant preferences?”

      “If they’ve met Terry, they probably do,” she grumbled as Jason stood and held out his hand.

      “Come on. Walk me out. I’d better let you get your beauty sleep.”

      “Are you implying it will take eighteen hours or so of rest for me to look decent enough to be seen with you?”

      “Actually, I was offering a polite excuse for my departure, even though I know you’d rather I stay here and ravage your body all night long.”

      Indignation promptly roared through her. “Why you egotistical—”

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