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away from me, not after that,” he told her seriously.
    The girl behind the counter appeared confused. “Um, Dante, let go of the customer.”
    He heaved a defeated sigh and relinquished his firm hold on her.
    Sonya swallowed nervously and left the building. She'd never experienced anything quite like that before and didn't have a clue what it meant.

Chapter Three:
    Taking Chances
    Sonya walked into her favorite coffee shop a few days later. She sensed Dante's presence before she ever even saw him sitting over at a table by himself, which she found odd and intriguing. Her heart quickened at the sight of him. His bulging guns looked enormous coming out of his tight, white T-shirt. He wore simple jeans and Vans, but he looked like tasty man candy.
    She quickly averted her eyes when his head rose slowly from the paper on the round table. Hopefully, the barista would hurry with her order so she could get out of there without him noticing her. She paid and waited near the counter.
    “Hazelnut latte,” the barista announced.
    Sonya approached the counter to attain it when she felt a steady hand touch her arm. She jumped a bit and whirled around to find herself looking up into dark, entrancing eyes. The alluring fragrance of Calvin Klein's Eternity cologne mesmerized her senses.
    “My table is over there,” Dante informed her. “Sit with me.”
    She felt like putty in his hands and tried desperately to resist his wiles and fend off the invasive stares. “I was just leaving.”
    The barista looked mildly interested in the scenario, but seemed to be getting impatient. “Ma'am, your coffee.”
    “You're not leaving,” Dante murmured in a beguiling timbre as he ensnared her eyes with his and took her latte.
    Sonya let him lead her over to his table, or maybe he coaxed her over against her will. She didn't really know which it was as she practically floated over with him guiding her by the arm. He scooted a chair out for her and pushed it in once she sat down.
    “Thank you.” What should she say to him?
    “You left in a hurry the other day before we even got a chance to get to know each other. That wasn't very nice of you.” Dante didn't say it as a person would if they were truly offended by someone's rudeness. He sounded more like a superior who was displeased with someone who was subject to his will.
    Her eyes dropped, trying to escape the heat in his gaze. “I'm sorry. I thought it best.”
    “Look at me when I'm talking to you, babe.”
    The pet name made her flush. The gentle command sent a pool of heat in her belly and a hot rush of energy to her quim. “I'll look where I want to. I don't take orders from men.”
    The chair screeched as Dante moved his near hers and hooked a demanding finger under her chin, tilting it to enforce eye contact between them. His dark, commanding stare overwhelmed her. The hot, husky way he murmured to her made her mons swell with need.
    “You'll look wherever I tell you to look. And I think you secretly delight in taking orders from strong, aggressive men, if those visions of us the other day were anything to go by.”
    Sonya blushed and tried to look away, but he wouldn't let her.
    “Eyes on me, babe.”
    “Stop calling me babe.”
    “Stop creaming for me when I say the word and I will,” he returned with a salacious grin.
    She gasped and pried his light grip from her chin. “How did...what are you?”
    Dante leaned back in his chair, eyes dancing with mischief and mystery. “What do you think I am?”
    “A player.”
    He chuckled. “You caught me. What else?”
    “I don't know or I wouldn't have asked. And why are you sitting so close to me?”
    “Because you smell like honeysuckle and it's driving me crazy. That and I want to be as close to you right now as possible and since tearing your clothes off and fucking you on this table in front of everyone would probably be frowned upon by society, sitting inappropriately close to you is the next best thing.”
    Her jaw