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see her eyes, but not like that. He wanted them to be full of life and happiness. Or even better….No! Pulling his mind away from that thought, he focused on the present.

Elana had no idea what she’d done, but he was suddenly furious with her. His eyes were blazing fire and his body looked like he wanted to hit something. “Um…yes.” She quickly gathered up her materials and grabbed her purse. “I’m ready.” She would sort these in the car on the way to the restaurant, not wanting to keep him waiting and make him angrier.

Gaston wished he could take back the words, then wished he didn’t care if she was hurt or not. She was too damn beautiful and he forgot how expressive her brown eyes could be. She’d never been able to hide anything from him, her emotions always right there in her eyes no matter how sad or happy she was.

He took her coat off of the hanger and followed her out the door, holding the coat for her to slip her arms into. If his hands accidentally brushed the soft, sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, he told himself that he couldn’t help that. He was just making sure that her coat was on before he pulled away. Her hair was soft, he thought. He liked the way it ran over his fingers when he pulled his hands away from her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She flipped her hair out, making sure that all of it was outside of her coat. Gaston had seen women do that countless times but somehow, when Elana did it, there was something much more sensuous about the action. Something that made him want to lift his hand and let his fingers tangle in her hair. He wanted to brush his fingers across the back of her neck, to feel her soft sighs as he explored her body.

He cleared his throat and opened her apartment door. “Let’s go,” he said gruffly.

There was that anger again and Elana cringed, looking up at him as if she might be able to discern the cause in his dark, black eyes. There was a vein throbbing on his jaw and he looked like he was gritting his teeth. He must have had a bad day at work, she thought. Which was strange, because in the past, Gaston had always been in complete control of his work. She used to tease him about how wide his control was, how far reaching his power. He’d never allow anything happen that he hadn’t already anticipated. Business was like a giant game of chess for him and he was always the master, always the one with the check mate carefully planned out even before some of the players knew they were participants in the game. Nothing was a surprise to this man. Or at least it hadn’t been before.

She sighed heavily as she walked down the quiet, dark hallway. Everything was so different now. Before, he would have walked into her place and kissed her until she couldn’t think any longer. If they’d actually made it out into the hallway, he would have stopped her in this kind of darkness and kissed her again, driving her crazy with his hands and his mouth, even his legs at times. The man was sensuality personified. He could make her heart stop with just a look or a touch.

Now, it was just tense and awkward. Why had he looked her up again? Why had he come to her apartment earlier this week? He must be up to something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out.

The restaurant he drove them to was in the center of the city and one of the best. She knew that would be the case because Gaston always had the best of everything. He would never settle for second best. Not in his business life nor in his personal life. They were immediately led to a table near the windows overlooking the city. She thanked the waiter while Gaston ordered a bottle of wine so she didn’t have a chance to tell him that she didn’t want any wine. She didn’t like drinking during business meetings. Besides, she hadn’t had alcohol in a long time. The last time she’d had wine was when she’d had dinner with her father last month and she’d only had a few sips.

When they were alone again, she looked across the