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we have a deal?”
    I sat back in the chair and took a sip of wine. “Break out the cards,” I said in my best bring it on voice.
    If only I actually felt that confident.
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    As it turned out, he had to call down to the concierge for a pack of cards.
    “And another bottle of wine. And another table, with a selection of fruit and chocolate,” he said into the phone before hanging up.
    My mouth started to water. I had only eaten about half my dinner – not only had the conversation gotten distracting, but I was a little worried about pigging out and then having to strip down naked.
    But offer me chocolate, and all bets are off.
    Connor looked me over appraisingly. “Thinking of your questions? Or thinking about what I’ve got in store for you?”
    Yes. And yes.
    Damn it, I hate how he can tell what I’m thinking – especially when I don’t want him to know.
    “No, I’m cataloguing how many pieces of clothing I’ve got on,” I lied.
    Hey, nobody said anything about lying outside of the game.
    He chuckled. “Well, most of the clothes will come off before I begin to have my way with you, so…”
    Have my way with you.
    I crossed my legs again, both from nervousness and being uncomfortably turned on.
    I tried to regain the upper hand.
    “You’re, uh, at a little bit of a disadvantage there,” I said, wiggling my finger at his shirt. “Sure you don’t want to put on your jacket and tie again?”
    “I don’t think so. I’m an excellent poker player.”
    My stomach dropped a little in fear… because I’m not.
    “That confident, huh?”
    “That confident,” he smiled in that arrogant, dashing, ‘makes me want to kick his ass’ kind of way.
    Someone knocked at the door. “Room service,” a muffled voice called out.
    Connor got up from his chair. “Think I should call Johnny for protection?”
    Ah… THERE’S a good question… why do you have an armed bodyguard in the first place?
    “He’d probably prefer it,” I said.
    “Too bad,” Connor answered.
    I expected him to look at the little eyehole, but things were a bit more high tech than that. He hit a button on a small screen next to the door, and the image of a man in a white uniform appeared. Connor opened up, and a man in white swept into the room with a rolling table identical to the first: linen tablecloth, silver domed dishes, wine glasses, lit candles, decanter of dark red liquid. The only thing different was a pack of cards still in the wrapper.
    He parked the new table, took the old one, and hustled out of the room. Connor murmured something to him before he closed the door.
    “Another hundred dollar tip?”
    I said it casually, but inside I was like, Daaaaamn! I wish I worked someplace they gave out hundred dollar tips…
    “Something like that.”
    “Why the decanter of wine? Why not just a bottle?” I asked as I lifted up the silver dome on my side of the table.
    Oh sweet Lord…
    There was a gorgeous selection of chocolates within. What brand, I had no idea, but there were spheres dusted with cocoa, wafers black as night, round circles drizzled with some sort of syrup, and broken pieces – for that artisanal look, I guess, like fancy paper with rough texture and bits of coarse pulp woven into the grain.
    Not only that, but there were two types of cherries, ripe and dotted with moisture; green, red, and tiny little champagne grapes; and a bowl of raspberries and blackberries lightly sprinkled with sugar.
    Even if I didn’t get laid again tonight, I could still have an orgy with what was on that silver tray.
    “Is that one of your questions?”
    “What?” I said, snapped out of my chocolate fantasy.
    “The bottle versus decanter – is that one of your questions? Because we haven’t started yet,” he said with a smartass smirk.
    “Just making conversation,” I said coolly, “but if you don’t know – ”
    “You have to aerate the wine to get all the subtleties out of it. There’s actual chemical reactions that