Those massive shoulders lifted. He seemed more interested in the wine, food, and hanging with her. “Sure. You’re the professional. You know what I’m looking for and probably already sense who’s the best for me. Who would you pick?”
“Hannah Easton,” she said quickly. “Did you have any chemistry?”
“Sure. She’s smoking. And nice. Great choice—set it up.” He glanced at the empty table. “Damn, I was hoping for more of those crab cakes. Think we can get some from the chef?”
Kate clenched her fingers and breathed deeply. She suddenly felt like a cheap broker rather than a tastefully skilled matchmaker. What was really going on here? “Are you really committing yourself to this process? You don’t seem enthusiastic. You need to be—”
“Open. I know. I am.” He shifted his gaze, studying her with an intensity that peeled away her lying exterior and exposed her bodily truth. The masculine scents of tobacco, spice, and a hint of grapefruit hit her nostrils and affected her like she’d dropped into a Godiva factory. What was he wearing? Reminded her of the bonding scent vampires threw off when they met their soul mates in her fave series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood. Kate locked her knees to keep from leaning forward and taking a big whiff. And biting his neck. “You seem ready to yank my membership at any misstep.” Amusement laced his tone and softened the brackets around his mouth. “Do most men you set up easily fall for the first woman they meet?”
She stiffened her spine. “No. But I don’t trust you.”
He leaned in another inch. “I’m a divorce lawyer and a man who’s attracted to you. You’d be crazy to trust me.”
His outrageous honesty and droll humor stole her smart-ass answer. “Fine. I’ll set up your date with Hannah. Kinnections pays for it, but you need to check with me. No private charter planes or trips to Vegas. Keep it simple and elegant. Dinner, drinks, dancing, intimate atmospheres to get to know one another.”
“Yes, coach. Do you get rid of them now or do I have to?”
She smothered a laugh. “I will. Let’s go tell the lucky lady, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Kate tried to slide off the stool, but her boot heel got hooked in the ring. Slade reached out automatically to help, and his hand imprint burned into her upper arm, searing right through the thin silk material of her blouse and scorching skin.
Her body exploded in a riot of messiness. The sting of energy made her push him away in a frantic attempt to make him let go. The stool teetered, and she crashed to the floor.
“What the hell was that?” His shocked look as he stared at her in a crumple of limbs bought her a few precious seconds. He made another attempt to help her up, but she scooted back on the floor with her hands in front of her. “D-d-d-don’t touch me. I-I-I’m wearing f-f-fur.”
His brows slammed together over a blue storm cloud. “What type of fur do you own? It’s more like eel skin that gives off electrical currents. For God’s sake, let me help you up.”
Kate got to her knees and scrambled to her feet. Like her legs, her tongue twisted in her mouth, and her past limitations roared before her and sped up her heart. “Th-th-thank you, but I’m fine. I’m s-s-sorry.”
He tilted his head and studied her face as if she were an alien experiment meant to save the earth. Kate closed her eyes and pictured a blank white screen. Peace. Harmony. She breathed, concentrating on relaxing her muscles and her lips, going back to the safe place she had created to trust herself and allow herself to speak again. When she reopened her eyes, her pulse had steadied. Slow, with a tinge of music to keep the sounds flowing. “I apologize for that. I must stop wearing these boots before I hurt someone.” She forced a light laugh. “Now, let’s put that embarrassing scene behind us and say good-bye to our guests.”
“Not yet.”
She froze. He eased over and blocked her path with one smooth motion. Jammed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. His magnifying presence kept her still, unable to do anything else but wait. He lowered his voice to an intimate pitch.
“Same thing happened when we kissed. What’s going on?”
She stuck out her chin. “Nothing. It was the fur.”
“You were barefoot. So unless you wear fur underwear, you’re lying.” A gleam of interest lit his eyes. “Do you wear fur underwear?”
“No!”
“I rest my case.”
She panicked and lost her patience. Desperate to get away and drop the subject, she hurled the words at him. “Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m a witch. I cast wacky love spells on our clients, and I was practicing on you to see what I’d need to create to match you. Satisfied?”
That should do it. She’d read somewhere to wrap a little fact with a whole lot of fiction. He seemed to calculate, weigh, and judge her reaction. Her thighs quivered and moisture drenched her core. God, she loved a brainiac. Was there anything sexier than a man with a sharp mind?
“Know what scares me the most, Kate? I think some of it’s accurate. You did cast some spell on me because ever since I met you, I keep dreaming of burying my face between your thighs and watching you come.”
Her mouth fell open. An odd squeak emerged. “D-d-don’t talk like that. Believe what you want but leave me alone. It was a strange, once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, and I don’t intend to have a repeat. I need you to concentrate on your date with Hannah and move forward. There are no other options here.”
Kate adjusted the buttons on her silk blouse, smoothed down her trouser pants, and turned on her heel, leaving him behind. His gaze burned into her back, but she ignored him and swore to get this whole debacle fixed.
She had no other choice left.
She needed to see her mother.
Chapter Seven
SLADE WATCHED HER smoothly reject the other three women, set up the date with Hannah, and wrap up the entire mixer in a neat little bow. Normally, he’d be amused at his first foray into the love industry, but the lingering tingle in his hand distracted him.
Kate Seymour was hiding something big. And he was going to find out.
The woman intrigued him on every level. Her cool, composed appearance completely contradicted the lightning bolt her touch gave him and the obvious confusion and stutter when she was taken off guard.
Made him want to take her off guard in a variety of more . . . pleasant ways.