Seduce Me. Jo Leigh

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СКАЧАТЬ but Max let it go. He didn’t want to be too full, not for the night he had planned. Coming to Trattoria Spaghetto had been just the thing. It was an old-school restaurant—good food and decent house wine that had been served quickly.

      “I still don’t know what kind of law you practice,” she said. “All we’ve talked about is movies.” She dotted her lips with her napkin and sipped her Chianti.

      She’d been right to ban the mention of the cards. Not that he didn’t want to know things about her, aside from what she looked like out of that dress. The conversation had been easy once they’d settled in, and Natalie really was interesting. She could write a book about old films and restoration, a topic he’d never considered worth his time, but he’d read it cover to cover. Now that it was his turn to talk about work, he didn’t want to. Surprising, since he’d been basking in the praise from his victorious precedent-setting case.

      “I’ve liked discussing movies,” he said. “It’s a lot more interesting than tort law.”

      “I don’t know much about that. I mean, I know that tort is civil law, like personal injury or class-action suits, but I have no idea what you actually do.”

      “Infrequently, I’m in court, which can be interesting and tense, although compared to trials in films, real court is long and plodding. It’s a great remedy for insomnia.”

      “More frequently?”

      “It’s a lot like having homework every day of your life. Looking up precedents, and not just recent ones. One time I actually used something from the ancient Greeks to help hone a point.”

      “Huh,” she said. “That’s what librarians do.”

      “Yeah, but they don’t get to bill for the hours.”

      “And more’s the pity.” She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, turning her head to look at the neighboring table.

      He took the opportunity to look down at the soft roundness of her breasts, the contrast between the scarlet of the dress and her pale skin. For the last forty minutes, he’d hardly looked away from her eyes. They were brown, not a particularly memorable shade, but with their passion and subtle drama they’d held him captive.

      Jesus, the longer he was with her, the more he wanted her. Although he couldn’t help wondering if this level of attraction would have been there if he hadn’t been living like a monk for such a long time.

      “I’m full,” she said, facing him again. “And glad we did this.”

      “You’re not throwing in the towel yet, are you? It’s still early.”

      “Maybe for you. But I’m very dull. By ten most nights I’m already in my PJs watching TV.”

      “There’s nothing good on, trust me. But it is a great night out. What do you say we go for a walk?”

      “In these heels?”

      “Oh, right.”

      “You look so disappointed,” she said, her delight clear in her voice.

      “I am. I was looking forward to talking some more.”

      “I suppose we could go for a few blocks. I’ll cry uncle when it’s too much.”

      “You could just take them off.”

      “Barefoot in Manhattan? I’m not sure if I’m caught up on my tetanus shots.”

      He leaned across the small table and put his hand on hers. Her eyes widened as she stared, then a faint blush tinted her cheeks. “We don’t have to walk far to get to my place. I’ve got some Courvoisier, which goes great with a to-go order of the Italian cheesecake.”

      Natalie’s blush deepened. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

      “Why not?”

      “I don’t really do things like that,” she said, pulling her hand out of his grasp.

      “What, eat cheesecake?”

      Pressing her lips together for a moment, her gaze swept over his face, everywhere except his eyes. “Cognac and cheesecake at your place? Perhaps to see your etchings?”

      He didn’t respond immediately, knowing she’d eventually meet his eyes. When he got the look he wanted, he lowered his voice. “I don’t think guys use etchings anymore, but if I did, would that be so bad?”

      Natalie cleared her throat, turned her wineglass forty-five degrees and gave him a hesitant smile. “It would be flattering. Also a waste of time.”

      She sounded very sure and serious, and he wasn’t the kind to hear yes when a woman said no. But everything about her body language read that she wasn’t quite as certain as she’d like him to believe. Still, he nodded. “I know we decided not to talk about the cards, but I’m curious. You clearly do want to settle down. Get married. You seem young. Or maybe it’s just that the women in my field tend to be in their thirties before they start to think about marriage and kids. The career track in large firms is brutal.”

      “I’m not that young,” she said. “Twenty-seven seems a good age, especially because I want children someday.”

      He nodded. “Makes sense.”

      She tapped the edge of her glass with her index finger. “I’m also terrible at dating.”

      “I beg to differ.”

      She dismissed his comment with a wave. “You don’t count. You did when I thought we shared the same goals, but once that was cleared up...”

      “I think I feel insulted.”

      “Why? You’re allowed to not want what I want. And anyway, I tried to bow out, give you a chance to go find someone more your speed, but you blew it.”

      “I think I chose wisely. You make me want to see old movies with you. No wonder they have you giving tours at Omnibus. Your passion is very engaging.”

      She studied him with a tentative frown, as if she was trying to decide whether to believe him. “Thank you,” she said finally.

      “Now, how about that dessert? Coffee?”

      Natalie shook her head, causing her dark hair to tumble over that obstinate shoulder. “As great as the cheesecake sounds, I’m going to say no.”

      He shook his head. “That’s a shame. I’ve got a terrible sweet tooth. Which means I have to spend far too long at the gym, because I’m not that great at denying myself.”

      “Well, that’s one thing we have in common. Not the gym part.” She shuddered. “I walk, of course, and I go to yoga twice a week. But big machines and weights? Not for me.”

      “Whatever you’re doing works,” he said, and even though it was probably a nonstarter, he didn’t hold back on his smile.

      “You must be a very good lawyer,” she said.

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