Page 11 of Kiss Me Forever

Alex settled back in his seat. "I'm not sure I agree with the public having the right to know everything. What about personal privacy?"

"I'm not against personal privacy," she said carefully. "But you're a public figure, Alex. You've made yourself that. So I think you have to accept the fact that you have less privacy than someone like me. And if you're really concerned about your privacy, why did you agree to the interview?"

"That's a good question. I don't mind sharing my insights on my business and to a certain extent my life, my philosophy and my future goals. I understand that my story can inspire others, but what I don't understand is why anyone would care whether I squeeze my toothpaste from the top or the bottom or where was the most interesting place I've had sex."

"You've been talking to entertainment reporters."

"Too many," he agreed.

"So what were your answers to those questions? Toothpaste, top or bottom? Sex?" She paused, thinking she was probably a little too interested in his answer. She wasn't an entertainment reporter, and she didn't need to know the answers for her article. But she was suddenly very curious.

Alex grinned. "I don't think my bulldog comment earlier was too far off the mark. You're going to make this difficult for me, aren't you, Andrea?"

"Not if you tell me what I want to know."

"What about what I want?" he asked, a sparkle in his eyes.

She caught her breath. "What do you want?"

"Maybe I want to know the most interesting place you've had sex."

He leaned forward, and she found herself doing the same, impulsively wishing there wasn't a table between them, because she suddenly felt an incredibly intense pull to this man.

"Well?" he pressed.

She couldn't even remember the question. She just knew it had something to do with sex. And thinking about sex and Alex Donovan in the same moment made her palms sweat.

Then the waiter interrupted.

"Your check, sir." The crisp words caught them both off guard.

Andrea sat back in her seat. Alex did the same.

The waiter pushed the booklet toward Alex and stood patiently by the table.

"Oh, of course," Alex replied.

As Alex busied himself with signing the credit card receipt, Andrea blew out a breath and tried to calm her racing pulse. She felt both relieved and frustrated by the interruption. For a second there, she'd thought Alex was going to lean across the table and kiss her. Worse—she'd wanted him to, and that was a reckless thought.

She drew in a deep breath as her phone began to buzz. She pulled it out of her bag and checked the number—it was her sister. She couldn't answer the call now, but she knew she really needed to touch base with Laurel. While she might be able to get away with being a bad bridesmaid, she couldn't be a bad sister.

"Work?" Alex quizzed.

"No," she said, putting the phone away. "My sister Laurel. She's getting married in a couple of weeks, and I have been falling a little short on my maid-of-honor duties."

"Do you need to talk to her?"

"I'll touch base with her later. She's going out tonight with some of our friends, so I'm sure she'll be fine until tomorrow."

"Is she older or younger?"

"We're twins."

"That's interesting."

"I suppose. It's all I've ever known."

"And you're close?"

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