Seduce Me. Jo Leigh

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      SHE SHOULD HAVE known he was too good to be true. Stupid, stupid. So much for her brave new life. If she had any brains at all, she’d go running back to Oliver. He might be dull as dishwater but he was steady and she’d never have to worry about competition for him.

      Hanna called out to her, but Natalie kept going, darting around acquaintances she didn’t want to see, damning her high heels. She should take them off, run away as quickly as possible.

      “Natalie, wait.”

      God, it was Max. Max Dorset. An attorney so out of her reach it made her blush to her toes. Why hadn’t she said his last name when she’d called him? That would have saved them both this humiliation.

      She’d made it through the patio to the base of the stairs when his hand on her arm stopped her.

      “Wait, please,” he said. “Please.”

      She couldn’t simply shake him off. None of this was his fault. But facing him felt like torture. “I should be getting home,” she said. “I can’t say how very sorry I am for the mix-up.”

      “I don’t blame you.”

      “Still, I can’t imagine that you were looking for someone like me when you filled out your trading card.”

      “How do you know?”

      She met his gaze finally and instead of seeing mockery in his green-blue eyes, she recognized honest confusion. “You don’t play World of Warcraft, for one.”

      “You’re right,” he said. “But I have played a hell of a lot of Legend of Zelda and Mortal Kombat.”

      “Recently?”

      “No.”

      His gentle smile made it possible for her to take a deep breath without bursting into flames. “Something tells me you also aren’t looking to get married.”

      “Not at the moment, no. But I was looking for a nice time with a fascinating woman, and I got that. What I don’t understand is why it needs to end so quickly.”

      Natalie couldn’t speak for a second. She hadn’t been prepared for this, and she wasn’t sure if his being great about the mistake wasn’t the best reason of all for her to walk away and not look back. “We both know I’m not your kind of woman, but thank you for being so nice about it.”

      “I’m not sure I have a type,” he said, and despite his smile, she didn’t believe that. “If I wasn’t enjoying myself, I would have made an excuse to take off like a shot. Now, why don’t we go back inside? I’d still like to hear the rest of your answers. And find out what you found so appealing about this Max Zimm.”

      Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie saw a white shirt, a white chef’s hat and a very large, angry man walking with purpose. Behind him, half the staff followed.

      “Oh, crap. I probably should have mentioned that Hanna is my aunt.” She spoke quickly, intending to head off the disaster. “In fact, everyone who works here is related to me in some way.”

      “Why, ‘oh, crap’?” he asked, turning to look. His body stiffened and for a second she thought he was going to bolt.

      “Uncle Victor,” she said, stepping out in front of Max. “Stop, please.” Holding out her hands slowed the oncoming horde. “He hasn’t done anything wrong. Max has been a complete gentleman. We’ve just had a misunderstanding.”

      The army stopped advancing, although Uncle Victor didn’t look very mollified. “What kind misunderstanding?”

      “There was a mix-up. I thought he was someone else and I was embarrassed. So if you could all go back inside, that would be good.”

      Five pairs of eyes, not including Natalie’s, stared at Max as if they wanted him to swear a blood oath that every word she’d said was true. To his credit, his smile almost seemed real.

      “Go on,” she said, herding them back. “Someone’s probably stealing all the spoons. I’ll report in later.”

      “You come back in,” Hanna said. “Victor will cook something special, okay?”

      “No, thank you, Titka. I don’t want to go back now. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

      “Vī pevnі?” Hanna asked.

      Natalie widened her smile. “Yes, I’m sure.”

      Her aunt leaned closer, and in a whisper that could have been heard in Times Square, said, “He’s very handsome.”

      “I know he is, but someone’s waiting to pay for their meal,” Natalie said, then watched until the whole lot of them were inside.

      Max cleared his throat. “I suggest we get the hell out of here before they change their minds.”

      “Excellent idea.”

      Halfway up the stairs, he touched her arm again. It was sweet. He was being СКАЧАТЬ