Page 11 of Mr. Dangerous

I danced a cherry in front of her pursed lips. "You could do a seafood-buffet-and-live-music night at one of the Newport houses. At my house, for that matter. Black tie. People love that kind of thing. They'd pay just to see the inside of thisplace."

She glared balefully at the cherry. "I was gambling on people lovingkittens."

"Who doesn't like kittens? But people also love gettingdressedup."

"Idon't."

"I do. I own a tux for areason.”

"I'm notsurprised."

"Just like you said, I like to channel my innerJamesBond."

She crossed her arms over her chest. The little line between those gorgeous brown eyes, the pouty cast to her lips, all made me feel a surge of attraction. Even if I was pissing her off. "If you think all my ideas are so bad and you're so bored. Why don't you run this fundraiser? I'm swamped. I'd happilydelegate."

"Sure," I said, feeling suddenly reckless. "We'll have it here. I think I know an event planner from high school we can bring in, it'll begreat."

The look of surprise on her face was worth taking on a pain-in-the-assproject.

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