Page 9 of Tempt Me

“Chocolate is no longer just the block of Cadbury’s you buy at the supermarket. It’s made with love and care, exquisite and complex flavors, and an impressive eye for detail.”

“What’s the name of your chocolate?”

“I branded it The Sweet Spot.”

My jaw nearly dropped. I hoped Hunter would be exploring my sweet spot later. I chuckled at my naughty little thought. “Fabulous name.”

“Yes, I thought so. It conjures up all sorts of indulgent promises.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Really?” I said it with the skepticism it deserved.

“Yes, really.” His voice had become deeper in the space of seconds. “How about you come back to my room, and I’ll introduce you to heaven?”

I cocked my head, wary of his cheesy comment.

“What?” He palmed his chest in mock hurt. “It’s the name of one of my chocolates.”

Giggling, I nodded. “I would love to.”

We finished our drinks, and he bent his elbow, and we walked arm-in-arm toward the elevator.

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

This never happened to me.Never.First-date jitters normally threatened to cripple me. As the elevator rose up the six floors, I had to remind myself I was Memphis.

Sexy, confident, in-control Memphis.

As we entered his room, he squeezed my butt.

I turned to him and pointed my finger, with every intention of scowling at him.

But he wrapped his hand around my finger and kissed the tip of it. “Sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t help it.”

“You will be sorry.” I chuckled. “I have a green belt in karate, and I’m not afraid to use it.”

His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, leaving a slick of moisture in its wake. “You’re a fascinating woman, Just Memphis.”

Hunter was very cute, and although I had every intention of getting my rocks off with him, it was nice to play hard to get for a change. “You’re not bad yourself, Mr. Chocolatier.”

“Right.” He placed his arm around my waist and led me to the dining table, where he pulled out a chair. “Would the madam like a seat?”

I placed my bag over the back of the chair and sat down.

“Give me a moment,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” The perfectly formed muscles in his ass glided up and down beneath his jeans as he walked to the kitchen. Normally, this interlude would be where I’d take my dress off, but today, I decided I wanted this sexy stranger to do it for me.

After a couple of minutes of fussing about, Hunter returned to the table with a black presentation box, which he centered on the table. “Don’t touch,” he said as he raced off to the kitchen again.

When he returned, he held a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Shall we?”

I nodded, grateful that this was my day off because saying no to him would’ve been impossible. It was Shiraz, though, and aware of my poor tolerance for red wine, I promised myself I’d only sip it.

With our glasses topped up, he held his toward mine, and we clinked them together. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

The wine was delicious and, I guessed, probably expensive. I imagined it would be perfect for sitting by a fire and sampling chocolate with, which is no doubt why he chose it.

He sat at my side, tugged the black box toward us, and lifted the lid. The delicious smell of fine chocolate filtered up from the attractive selection.

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