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Chapter 89

Samson let the champagne bottle fall to the floor. It was just about empty, but a few drops settled onto the lush backseat carpet, staining it. "You've gotten awfully quiet, Lolita. In my experience that means that women are thinking about me in all the wrong ways."

"You're incorrigible."

"I'm positive that is not one of the many adjectives applied to me."

"This oughta be good. Please. Enlighten me." I tipped back the rest of my drink.

"Charming. Gorgeous. Witty. Insanely talented."

I gasped. "You read your fan sites. I knew it."

He covered his face with one hand. The other one, still holding the champagne glass, he raised in the air. "Guilty as charged."

I'd intended to blind Samson by my light but I was remembering why we mere mortals weren't supposed to fly too close to the sun. Even this brief exposure to his undivided attention had left me dizzy, with feverish chills. First-degree emotional sunburn.