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than me. Plus, she would have wanted to be there, next to you."
    "I don't think her answers would have been better than yours," he objects. "I liked what you said. You are very observant. Very smart."
    I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. I have never been good at accepting compliments. But coming from a man like him, they feel almost like a bad joke.
    I have never been good at handling these kind of situations like a lady.
    "Why are you flirting with me?" I blatantly ask. "Why am I still here?"
    He sighs and leans closer to me. I flinch when his hands reach for mine. But I don't move away. He gently wraps both of his hands around my left and holds it up to his face as if he is picking up a precious treasure.
    "I told you," he whispers. "I am easily bored. People are so - easy. So easy to read, so easy to handle. I feel like a puppet master most of my life."
    He looks at me. "It's only natural for me to be intrigued when I come across someone who is unfazed by me. Someone who poses a challenge."
    He pulls my shaking hand closer to his face and plants a soft kiss on one of my knuckles.
    My eyes widen with embarrassment.
    "Someone as beautiful as you," he adds, now looking back up at me as he lowers my hand back into my lap.
    I stare at him with disbelief, breathing heavily.
    "You're wrong," I breathe. "I am not unfazed. Look at me."
    He smirks. "Yes, right now you are not, and that's the charm about you."
    I clear my throat and pull my hand away from him. Whatever it is that he is trying to achieve right now, I have no intentions of making it that easy for him.
    "I really have to go," I hear myself say, even though I have no idea why.
    I am attracted to him. More than I have been for anyone else ever before. But I'd hate for him to win this one. I am sure he does this all the time.
    No time for dating, my ass. Maybe he doesn't call what he is doing dating, but who knows in what ways he is using his impact on his masses of female readers.
    Maybe, that's actually his game. To pick up a random girl after every event. I shiver at the thought of it.
    He nods. "Sure. But let me give you this."
    He leans forward to reach for something on the table in front of us. A little stack of business cards as it seems. He grabs one of them and gives it to me.
    "I would like to see you again," he says, handing the card over to me. "There's a number on here I would like you to call if you decide you're up for it."
    I take the card and look at it as if it was the key to the biggest secret of humanity.
    "And also," he adds and leans over to me. He places his index finger below my chin and gently pushes my face up so that I am looking at him. "I want you to be discrete about this. Be creative. But never tell anyone what happened in here. No one. Understand?"
    I hesitate for a moment and frown. "But why-"
    "No one," he interrupts. "And I mean it. You heard me on stage. I have no time for dating. That is what I keep saying, but it's for a reason."
    He lets go of my chin, but his eyes remain on me.
    "What's that r-"
    "It doesn't matter, for now," he whispers. "Just promise me to be a good girl and handle this discreetly. You are smart. You should know why any of this could lead to unwanted consequences. For both of us - but more so for you, I reckon."
    He might be right about that. After all the malicious looks I have been getting tonight, just for being pulled up on stage by him, I can only imagine what it would be like if these women knew what has been going on in this room for the past few minutes.
    And Lesley!
    My eyes widen as I remember her standing outside.
    "Could you do me a favor as well?" I ask.
    He looks at me with a stern face.
    "What I asked you to do is not a favor, but an order," he clarifies. "But, yes?"
    "My friend," I say, ignoring his little this-is-an-order-interjection. "She is standing outside, and she is dying to meet you. She has a book with her that she would love you to sign."
    He sighs.
    "Please," I add. "She's a really