Yet, he wanted her.

Badly. From the moment she stepped out of the car and glided his way with her usual frosty demeanor, he’d been smacked between the eyes like a punch from a bad slapstick comedy.

She ruined him.

The legs usually hidden behind her pantsuit were killer—all sleek muscle and length, with high sexy sandals that had delicious straps crisscrossing up her ankle. The simple dress did everything to be subtle, so it was the most seductive garment to a man’s gaze. The blinding blue of draping silk fabric moved with every step, highlighting the full curve of her breasts, the swing of hip, the silhouette of her ass. Her shimmery blond hair hung pin straight with long curves of bangs that played peekaboo with her sultry eyes. She was fire and ice, hot and cold, onyx and pearl, and his dick rose to attention like a new recruit in the military saluting his commander.

He’d been targeted for seduction by much more beautiful women. Professional models, pampered socialites, and surgically enhanced actresses. His occupation, looks, and wealth cast a wide net, but never had he felt completely coldcocked as he did the first time he saw Kate. But it was so much more than looks. The moment he caught sight of her, a rocketing sexual energy flowed between them, refusing to be calmed. It was if the universe were forcing them together. Her taste haunted him: hot and sweet and melt-in-your-mouth spun sugar. Her feisty attitude challenged him, her humor entranced him, and he needed to dig deep until he solved the puzzle before him. Behind the shell was a shattering disappointment that awaited discovery. He knew it, accepted it, and still needed to pursue the path until satisfied. It was the only way to claim back his power, by reminding himself there was no such thing as perfection or a soul mate. For God’s sake, she smoked pot. And she had the nerve to deny it, wrinkling her nose like he was dirt under her feet and she was the Queen of Sheba.

He loved every minute of her brashness.

Kate jerked his body inside out, but it was woven within her core. She had no idea of the sensual punch she gave out. In fact, she avoided him at all costs, not wanting to even play the game. And that intrigued him much more than anyone he’d ever met before. For the first time, he was the pursuer, and the old instincts sparked to life, hidden under layers upon layers of civility.

Own. Possess. Mate. Dominate.

Obviously, he craved the chase. So be it. Time to test her own resolve not to get involved with him, and see if he could change the verdict.

Unless the mysterious Robert became a problem.

Irritation bristled his nerves. He needed details. His gut told him they weren’t living together, though she was quick to throw his name out when threatened. The idea of her sleeping with someone else made him want to howl at the moon and run around in circles. Quite primeval.

Slade laid out the rest of his plan for the evening. She may have started the game, but he was about to finish it. Her own actions of heavy drinking throughout the evening only confirmed the trap she’d now set for herself. And if Robert was up waiting for her, perhaps they’d have a chat.

Slade spoke up. “Darling, we’d better get going. It’s late and I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

She caught his intent immediately and tossed him a cheeky grin. “I’m actually having a wonderful time. Must have caught my second wind. Another round, ladies?”

The women lifted their glasses. Slightly drunken laughter emitted from the table. Slade winked at his boss and played the man card. “As happy as I am that you’re having a wonderful time, darling, I’m looking forward to getting you home. Now.”

Her eyes widened slightly at his not-so-hidden meaning. Travis and Bob chuckled and shot him a knowing glance. “I think that settles it. We’ll join you; I believe Slade has the right idea, ladies.”

He didn’t wait for Kate to gain the upper hand. With deft, economical motions, he helped her tug on her fur coat and led her out the door within the safety of his business crew. It didn’t take long to say their good-byes and pick up his car from the garage. She remained silent by his side, and he took advantage of her docile manner to get her safely buckled in and headed out of the city.

“I didn’t appreciate the way you ended the evening,” she finally stated. Her voice held the prim tone of a purebred snob. “Your comment was quite crude.”

He shook his head. “Funny, I didn’t appreciate you showing up high, getting my bosses’ wives drunk, and the endless stream of lies you spun at the table.”

Her head jerked around. Those baby blues filled with hot anger and something else. Something he swore he’d push toward the edge to see what would finally escape. “I told you I wasn’t high. And that’s what you get for being a bully. Besides, I did everything you wanted. I played your respectable accountant, the doting lover, and got them to relax in the process. Too bad for you if you thought I’d be boring to boot.”

“I asked you to pretend for a few hours, not live the role so my boss will be wondering where your Park Avenue office is, and Melody won’t show up for court because your nonexistent father is dropping the charges.”

Kate sniffed. “I was only doing what you ordered. No more, no less. Our agreement is now terminated, with your clauses fulfilled, and I don’t want to hear any further threats concerning lawsuits.”

He shot a glance at her. She seemed in control, but her fingers twisted in her lap like a gnarled tree branch. “Agreed. You technically held up your part of the bargain. So, how long have you and Robert been together?”

She stiffened. “A few years.”

“Does he live with you?”

“I’m your matchmaker and you have no need to know about my personal life.”

“Just curious. You seem worried about him being alone a lot. Does he keep you on a short leash?”

“No, I keep him on one.”

“Maybe that’s your problem. I wouldn’t make that mistake.”

She spluttered and turned a shocked gaze toward him. “You’re outrageous. I wouldn’t let any man control my actions, especially you. Wait a minute: you never said in our session you wanted a woman you can lead around. Have you changed your requirements? If so, I need to make some adjustments in your matches.”

Ah, crap, he was officially nuts about her. The stubborn way she clung to business though her body showed all the signs of fighting her physical attraction made her even more desirable. She hunched into that fur jacket as if she could hide her hardened nipples. Instead, her rapid pulse and the way she squeezed her thighs together in punishment told him all he needed to know. “Let’s just say I’d change the rules for you. You wouldn’t appreciate a man to walk all over. He’d need to be strong enough to stand up to you.”

He waited for her mouthy comeback, but her obvious surprise told him his words intrigued her. Would she be greedy and demanding and vocal in bed? Or would she melt into his arms and be sweetly submissive to every dark, dirty command he wanted to give her?

“W-w-w-well, we don’t have to worry about that, do we? You’ll reschedule your date with Hannah and give it a valid chance. No disguised business dinners. Why are we going on the bridge?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“No! My car is parked at your house and I need it.”

He merged onto the Tappan Zee Bridge and sped through the dark on a mission. “You’ve been drinking. I don’t know what type of man you pegged me for, but I don’t let a woman drive herself this late when she’s tipsy. I’ll arrange to get your car to you first thing tomorrow.”

Her mouth opened, then shut. “This is out of your way. You don’t know where I live.”

“Of course I do. Close to Kinnections in Verily.”

She bristled with indignation. “Stop nosing around in my life, counselor. You shouldn’t know these things.”

He dropped his voice. “I disagree. And I intend to know a hell of a lot more by the end of the evening.”

She shuddered, wrapped her arms around her chest, and turned toward the window. Slade fought a smile.

They drove to her house in sulky silence. He’d done his research, and had no problem navigating the twisty streets of Verily, until he came to the edge of town close to the water. The small bungalow seemed to fit her. Even in the darkness, her home owned a slight quirkiness and strength he associated with her, with its crooked roof, cheerful yellow paint, and postage-stamp yard with a big weeping willow dominating the front.

He didn’t spot another car in the driveway as he eased to the curb, but the porch and living room lights were on. “Here we go. Safe and sound.”

She shot out of the car like a bullet, spilling onto the sidewalk in a tangle of limbs. “Thanks for the ride, talk tomorrow.” She hurried up the front walk without a glance back.

Slade grinned. Shut the door, locked the car, and strode leisurely up the brick pathway.

She jerked her head around. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing you to the door. Can I use the bathroom, please?”

She narrowed her gaze. He wondered what those ocean-blue eyes would look like during orgasm. “There’s a gas station around the corner.”

He lifted a brow. “You’re telling me I’m not allowed to come into your house to use the bathroom after driving you home? I’m also thirsty.”

“They sell bottled water.”

“Kate.” Her name shot from his lips like a caress, though he intended it to sound like a warning. “Don’t make me beg.”

Her fingers clutched around the key and a vicious curse sailed past his ears. “Fine. Bathroom, water, and then you need to leave. I’m exhausted.”