“I want to give this my full attention.”

“I would love that, too.”

He reached for her hand, and gently pressed his lips to her skin. Holy hell. Her insides fluttered from his touch. “You are a brilliant woman, Casey. I love how you pursued this deal. Your ideas and plans have been fantastic. It’ll be a pleasure to work on the business of pleasure with you.”

“That’s my favorite kind of business.” She held up her glass in a toast.

“I’ll work on the papers and send them over to you, so everything will be signed before I leave.”

“Excellent,” she said as he took a drink.

Then she noticed his glass was empty, and she signaled the bartender for another round.

When she turned her attention back to Grant, the flirty look was absent. Instead, he stared at her, an intense and somewhat chiding look in his inky blue eyes. “I like how you operate in business. But now I want to focus on other things, and as we do, you should let me order another round. I’d like to be the one to do the . . . ordering,” he said, taking time to enunciate that last word. The way he said it made it sound suggestive, a hint at something other than drinks.

“Ordering?” she said carefully.

“Yes. Ordering,” he said, his eyes blazing darkly at her, kicking off a fresh wave of heat inside her.

He raised a hand, snapped his fingers, and called the waiter. “This beautiful woman will have another martini. Make hers dirty this time. And I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

Damn, he wasn’t joking when he said he liked to order. He liked to pick and choose too, and that was exactly what Scott had said she should let a man do. So Casey didn’t protest the second martini, even though she preferred them of the French variety.

“As you wish, sir,” the waiter said and scurried off.

Grant flashed a smile at Casey, a lopsided grin that was full of charm and something else . . . something strong and commanding. “You should know that I will be thinking about you when I’m in Asia.”

She swallowed and blinked. He’d been flirty, but now he was downright direct. Perhaps her luck was changing. “You will?”

“When I return, I hope we can not only do business, but also finally spend more time together. Would you like that?”

“I would,” she said, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Excellent. Let’s make it a date in July. You can come back here, and we will have dinner together.” He moved closer, reached for a lock of her hair, and twined it around his finger. “But, let me pursue you,” he whispered.

Let me pursue you.

The words rang in her head, along with his earlier ones. Like ordering, and why don’t you let me tell you how I see this working? Then the way he liked it so much when she’d said please.