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package. Ghanaian cocoa beans! He wanted her to taste like…chocolate. She chuckled to herself. Oh, she could definitely make that happen. She didn’t know what to make of all the messages Riordan was sending her, but she was enjoying every bit of the attention.
    This one package told her so many things. In the three weeks since their first dinner date, he had spoken about her to his mother, sent her high-quality product for her store, and had spoken of her to his other close friend, Alexi Bepa, the professor in Boston. She didn’t know where this relationship was heading, but she did know there was no sense of impending doom on her part. Audra had even called her giddy when they met for lunch yesterday. By now, she normally would have had that niggling feeling that the man she was dating was going to pressure her for sex, but so far Riordan hadn’t mentioned being physical in the slightest.
    His only request was that she keep her Skype running on her laptop so he could see her face when he finally contacted her after landing back in the States.
    She was in her storage room when her laptop began ringing, notifying her of an incoming call. She immediately dropped her mortar and pestle and ran to her laptop in the front of the store.
    “Hello…hello...” she answered, just a little breathless.
    “Hey, beautiful,” she heard on the other end before the image cleared, showing Riordan on the other end.
    “Hey back.”
    He was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth and his blond hair loose and damp as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. Behind him was a plain beige wall with a gray linen headboard, a nondescript painting in the background—standard for hotel bedrooms. He was apparently sitting on a bed, with his back against the wall.
    “Are you home?” she inquired excitedly, touching her natural curls nervously. I hope I don’t look a fright , she thought.
    “Stateside as of six hours ago. How’s my little alchemist doing?”
    “Busy as usual. I received your packages from Alexi today—tell him I said thank you and thank your mother too, for the red clover. It will go on my medicinal wall tomorrow.”
    “I will. I’m glad they can be of use. Did you like the cocoa beans? I was hoping you could use a little in your own personal collection. I seem to always leave you still feeling hungry for your sweetness, and I figured this way I have a perfectly reasonable reason to taste that lovely skin of yours.”
    She’d never thought such a simple compliment could make her blush. She understood his implication that when he finally got around to tasting her skin it was not going to be a mere nibble but a feast of the senses for him. She realized she hoped it would be a six-course meal for them both.
    “When will you be back in DC?” she asked, her fingers tracing her décolletage absently. She noticed his eyes following her fingers, and she bit her plump lower lip suggestively.
    “Are you teasing me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Because I am more than willing to follow your lead.”
    “Teasing? Whatever do you mean, Viking?” she inquired as she let two fingers loosen the two top buttons of her poet’s blouse. She might not have been physical for a very long time, but she had an amazing lingerie assortment that begged to be admired.
    “Hmmm, now you’re being coy. Would you like some direction, Jordan? I can’t touch, but I would love to see if your body is as sexy as I have imagined.”
    Jordan sighed and stretched slowly, bringing the lavender lace of her demi-cup bra into view. “I am in my store. You know that’s not possible.”
    “Oh, it absolutely is possible. A little trust is a wonderful aphrodisiac. Are there any customers in the store right now?”
    “Nope, not a one.”
    “Walk to your door, lock it, and put out your Closed sign,” he said softly.
    “Excuse me?” she asked, not moving from her spot.
    Riordan repeated