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John lowered his head. “I’ll admit, at first it was because you rejected me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I suppose it was the shock of that happening.”

He looked up and laughed. “But then it was because you didn’t expect compliments or gifts from me.”

“And that was odd?”

“The women I know would sell their souls to snag a rich man. They’re the kind my father usually marries. But they’re not going to get me!”

So he was not the marrying kind. Still… “But I’m not exactly the type of woman to turn heads.”

“You are to me. Since I’ve met you, you occupy my mind most of the time.”

Diane tugged on her suit lapels. “You’re flirting again, Mr. Davis. It’s not appropriate at a business lunch. Don’t you respect me?”

“Absolutely.” He leaned in close and whispered on a husky breath, “But I also want to sleep with you.”