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was, meant she could escape into her dreams about her Romantic Dominant, a man who had set her pulse racing from the moment they’d met, a man she was convinced would soon be riding to her rescue.

CHAPTER SIX
    “W hatever is being prepared in your kitchen smells divine,” Heather declared. “Your place is stunning Zander. It’s sleek and modern but very inviting, and that view, wow. That is definitely a million dollar view.”
    “I do enjoy it,” Zander replied. “What can I get you to drink?”
    “Are we having wine with dinner?” she asked, moving closer to the windows.
    “I was planning on it but it’s not mandatory,” he grinned.
    “Whatever you’re serving with our meal will be fine,” she laughed.
    “We’re having Dover sole, so, chardonnay.”
    “Sounds perfect,” she replied, still staring out the windows.
    Zander walked to the bar and opened the white wine that had been chilling in its ice bucket, and moments later the chef’s assistant appeared from the kitchen carrying a platter of bite sized appetizers; thin strips of white toast hosting dollops of caviar with sour cream, and round rice wafers with salmon and cream cheese.
    “Put it on the table please,” Zander directed. “I’ve always disliked attempting to hold hors d’oeuvres in one hand, and a drink in the other.”
    “I agree,” Heather grinned, turning away from the windows and walking towards him. “Someone needs to invent something that would allow us to manage these things, maybe trays like the ones the cigarette girls use to have. That would leave our hands free.”
    “A widget that leaves our hands free?” he winked. “That I’d be interested in.”
    Heather shook her head.
    “Zander Davis, really!” she scolded. “I know exactly where your mind just went.”
    “I have no control over my mind. It does what it wants, doesn’t listen to me at all,” he declared. “Would you care to indulge?”
    “Thank you, I most definitely would,” she replied, and sitting on the couch next to him she accepted the glass of wine and took a sip before reaching for one of the tempting treats.
    They chatted and laughed, and a short time later dinner was served on the terrace, the cool night air warmed by overhead, outdoor heaters. Zander had requested the caterers set up small hurricane lamps, one of his favorite lighting effects for outside dining.
    A young, attractive waitress served their main course, and as Zander had promised it was Dover Sole. With great aplomb she described in detail how the dish had been prepared, and not surprisingly it was light and delicious, the champagne sauce enhancing the flavor without overpowering the delicacy of the mild fish.
    Baked Alaska was the dramatic dessert, and as the flames enveloped the meringue, Heather leaned back in her chair and shook her head.
    “Zander, this is absolutely the most delightful dinner I’ve had in a very long time. I really appreciate the effort you made.”
    She was feeling a little buzzed from the wine and Zander had grown even more attractive to her; his demeanor had been relaxed and easy, and his sense of humor completely endearing.
    “It’s my pleasure. I really enjoy creating special occasions out of the mundane, and besides that I can’t cook.”
    He could see the waitress was doing her best to suppress a giggle as she served the decadent dessert.
    “It’s okay, Susie, you can laugh,” he chuckled. “I find it somewhat laughable myself, a man my age that can barely boil water.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Davis, but chef would have my head.”
    “We can’t have that,” he quipped. “Your head is much too pretty.”
    “You’re very kind, Mr. Davis, thank you,” the young woman blushed. “Coffee and a selection of teas will be waiting inside on the table in the living room. If you require nothing further, we will be cleaning up and leaving shortly.”
    “Heather, do you want anything else?” Zander asked.
    “No, this was completely divine,” she