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waiter.”
                  Her eyes widened as she stared at him over the sundae. “Why do you need so many people?”
                  He shrugged. “I like my comfort.”
                  “Spoiled brat,” she muttered with a teasing grin.
                  “That I am.” He laughed. “Although I have to say that I did enjoy my non-spoiled brat days in Paris.”
                  “Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”
                  “There’s not much too tell.” He fiddled with his spoon. “I won’t lie to you, I did enjoy the wealth and luxury amidst which I grew up in. But I’ve always been rather…” He hesitated.
                  “Proud?”
                  Dimitri flashed her a rueful grin. “Yes, proud. I decided to go to college in Paris. My father insisted on paying for my schooling but that was it. I earned every single cent myself. I worked in this fast food joint for a while and then found work as a chef in a five-star restaurant. It was fun.”
                  “Hmm. What else did you do in Paris?” She asked, a small blush touching her cheeks.
                  His eyes twinkled at her. “What do you mean?”
                  “Paris is known for its glamorous women. Did you have a French girlfriend or something?”
                  He leaned forward, ever so lightly brushing his lips to hers. “Are you asking me if some glamorous older Parisian woman robbed me of my virtue?”
                  She flushed even deeper, trying to hide the fact that this was exactly what she’d been thinking.
                  “I hate to disappoint you, babe,” he said before she could speak. “But I was robbed of my virtue when I was sixteen. Or fifteen. I don’t really remember it except that it was quite quick.” He frowned. “And we robbed each other’s virtue, I suppose.”
                  “Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, I see.”
                  “What about you?” His foot caressed her ankle under the table.
                  She gave a nervous giggle and looked down at her glass. “Nineteen. In college. Brad the science nerd. It was awful. The second time was much better. Twenty-one with Terrence Nelson.”
                  “Terrence Nelson, huh?” Dimitri gave a mock growl. “And how many more were there after him, Miss Banner?”
                  “Let’s see…” She pretended to count on her fingers.
                  “That many, huh?” His eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits.
                  She pushed the sundae out of the way and leaned forwards, knowing full well that her ample cleavage was on display. “Actually, Terrence Nelson was the last. He dumped me after three years together for my best friend. I never dared trust anyone with my heart after that.”
                  His caramel gaze scorched into hers. “And yet, here you are.”
                  “Yes. Here I am.” She held his eyes.
                  He leaned back, the same guarded look creeping over his face again. “Don’t fall in love with me, baby. You’ll only wind up with a broken heart.”
                  “What if it’s too…”
                  But he pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her mid-sentence. “It’s not too late.” Dimitri said firmly.
                  “Okay,” she muttered, pushing his hand away. “If you say so. But we do need to discuss our relationship, you know.”
                  “Later.” He stood up and grabbed the sundae glass. “Right now I’m too distracted by visions of you in my bed. And I can think of quite a few uses for this ice cream.”
                  She stood up and took his hand, allowing him to lead her upstairs. Somewhere