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slashing his hand through the air. “You’re not like that, Clarissa.”
     
    She gasped. “What an awful thing to say!”
     
    Max shook his head. “You’re taking that the wrong way. What I mean is that you shouldn’t be trying to find someone to have sex with until you find someone to marry. You’re the kind of girl that gives her innocence to her husband.”
     
    Clarissa was furious and leaned back in her chair, glaring at him. “That’s horrible!”
     
    He was stunned with her anger. “You’re denying that?”
     
    “Yes! Absolutely.”
     
    “Explain yourself,” he demanded furiously, then held up his hand. “No, not right now.” He held up his hand for the waiter who immediately appeared by his elbow. “Get me the check immediately,” he said and the waiter instantly disappeared with a slight bow. “This is a ridiculous conversation and I can’t believe we’re talking about such a thing in a public place.” He shook his head again before saying, “In fact, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation at all. It shouldn’t even be in your mind, Clarissa. You’re not like that,” he said in what she guessed was his patient but angry voice but it only came across as patronizing.
     
    As the waiter laid the leather portfolio which contained the check on the white linen table cloth, Clarissa instantly grabbed her purse. “I’m buying you lunch. It was my request so I’ll pay,” she said and took out her wallet, reaching for the check.
     
    That comment only enraged him further and he stood up, his anger apparent in each gesture. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Max snapped. He tossed several bills onto the check then took her arm, guiding her out of the restaurant and immediately into the back of a waiting limousine.
     
    As soon as the car was in motion, she started to speak, trying to make him understand what she was asking of him and why, but Max silenced her. “Not until we’re alone,” he said and turned to look out the window.
     
    Clarissa could tell that he was furious with her but she still didn’t understand his anger. Why would he be upset by her proposition? He’d kissed her, hadn’t he? That meant he was slightly attracted to her, right? It wasn’t like she was asking him to marry her or anything. She just wanted experience in a specific area and she wanted her teacher to be a master at the act. He should feel complimented that she was asking him. Not furious with her. Besides, all he had to do was say no, not interested. He didn’t have to act as if she’d committed a felony.
     
    She glanced at his profile, biting her lip in confusion. Was he angry that she’d asked him an inappropriate question in a public place? Was that all this was about? She couldn’t figure him out. She knew he’d been with many women before. His picture was all over the newspapers and he usually had a beautiful woman on his arm. Never the same one of course. She refused to believe a man as dynamic, powerful and virile as Max would leave them on their doorstep with an innocent kiss on the hand as he’d done to her last weekend.
     
    The car stopped in front of a large steel and glass skyscraper and he stepped out, each of his movements reinforcing his anger as he marched her through the lobby and up the elevators. It wasn’t until they were in his enormous office and the doors were closed that he turned to her, pacing back and forth while she stood in the middle of the carpet.
     
    After several minutes of pacing, he seemed to get his anger under control and he finally turned to face her, his eyes glaring at her softer ones. “Explain this request to me again and do it in terms that make sense,” he demanded.
     
    Clarissa wasn’t nervous anymore. In fact, she was fascinated. She’d read so many articles about his businesses but none of the words used to describe him had she ever seen in action. Around her, Max was charming, suave, masculine and all that was kind and