Something sizzled in the air between them, something that felt heady and seductive, at least in her sex-starved imagination. She took a sip of water and absorbed the dismaying realization that she was attracted to him, even though she wanted to hit him in the head with that beer bottle. Well, so what? He was a natural charmer, and she was only human. This wouldn’t be a problem unless she let it be.

She took her time thinking it over. Although she hated the idea of being at his beck and call, this arrangement would give her more control, as well as potentially doubling her money. Power Matches only signed contracts with men, but Perfect for You signed both men and women, so she might be able to pick up some great female clients out of Heath’s rejects. Melanie, for example, could be a match for Shirley Miller’s godson, Jerry. He was nice looking, moderately successful, and they had children about the same age. Just because Jerry wasn’t currently a client didn’t mean Annabelle couldn’t land him as one.

“Portia Powers will never agree to this,” she said.

“She won’t have a choice.”

Just like I don’t, Annabelle thought. But that wasn’t entirely true. She had a choice, all right. Unfortunately, making it would be self-defeating. “You should cancel your contract with her and let me take care of everything.”

“She has access to women you don’t,” he replied. “Odds are, she’ll find the one I end up choosing.”

“Tonight being a sterling example of her good judgment?”

“Tonight being a sterling example of yours?”

He had her there. She toyed with a mushroom. “You understand, don’t you, that it’s in my best interest to sabotage her candidates. As much as I need the money, I need to build the reputation of Perfect for You even more.”

“I stand warned, Mata Hari.”

“You’re not taking me seriously.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You told me to see Melanie again.”

“Only because my blood glucose was out of whack. Now that I’ve eaten it’s clear to me that she’s way too decent for you.”

“Give it a rest, Annabelle.” He offered up his snake’s smile. “You’re one of those people who was cursed with personal integrity. And I’m one of those people who’s smart enough to take advantage of it.”

There wasn’t much she could say to that, so she returned her attention to the scallops.

It had been a long time since Heath had enjoyed watching a woman eat, but Annabelle knew how to appreciate a good meal. A blissful expression came over her face as she slipped another mushroom into her mouth. The tip of her tongue picked up a dab of leftover sauce at the bow of her lip. His eyes drifted along her throat to her collarbone and down to those small, guinea-fowl breasts…

“What?” Her fork hung in midair, and tiny frown lines creased her forehead.

He quickly rearranged his expression. “I was wondering about your next candidate. Do you really have one lined up?”