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teeth.
    He locked his sights on her mouth, an instant inferno raging in his groin. All hell was about to break loose if he didn’t put some distance between them. While she certainly had come to the ranch for a sexy romp with a cowboy, it was too soon.
    Even if his body said otherwise.
    He reached behind him and located the door knob. Then he pushed the wooden slab open wide, allowing Ruthie to enter first. Holly looked up from her station at the front desk.
    Standing, she smiled at Ruthie, her eyes warm behind her wire-rimmed glasses. “Ruthie, is it?”
    “Yes,” she said, inching closer to Damian.
    The action socked him square in the gut. He couldn’t resist resting a hand on her spine. When he traced a small circle with his thumb, Ruthie arched into his touch.
    Damn, this closeness between them was throwing him for a loop. Until an hour ago, he’d only ever seen her photograph in her file, obviously taken by a school photographer. Half an hour ago, she’d taken the stage. He would have done anything to keep her out of Blake’s bed, but the instantaneous feeling that he knew Ruthie…well, that couldn’t be shoved aside.
    “Doll her up, Holly. We’re talking full-on sex kitty.”
    Holly’s brows shot up. “Sex kitty?”
    “Yep,” he said, popping the P.
    Ruthie backed away from the desk. “I don’t know about sex kitty.”
    Damian planted a hand on her ass. For a dizzying second, he noted how her plush curve contoured to his hand. He squeezed her cheek, and she sucked in a gasp.
    Smiling, Holly grabbed Ruthie’s hand. “When Damian says ‘doll her up’, he means it. Not many can resist Damian’s orders. Don’t worry, Ruthie, our resident stylist will treat you like a queen. You’re stunning and there’s nothing to be improved upon, but every girl feels good after some pampering.”
    Ruthie shot a look at Damian over her shoulder, and he almost laughed. She wore a deer-in-the-headlights look right now, but later when he got out his camera, he’d ensure she was wearing a come-hither expression that would make his balls ready to burst.
    “Two hours, Holly?” he asked, dropping Ruthie a wink.
    Her face mottled bright pink.
    Holly nodded and started leading Ruthie away. “Two hours. Get your camera equipment ready. I know you’re dying to.”Chapter Three
    A woman by the name of Siri, sporting a violet pixie cut and a nose ring first circled Ruthie, inspecting her from every angle. Between this and Damian’s unnerving stares, she was about to chew off every fingernail.
    Holly stood nearby, popping grapes from a huge fruit bowl into her mouth.
    “What did Damian say again?” Siri asked, fluffing Ruthie’s hair as if weighing it.
    Holly smirked. “Sex kitty.”
    “Not kitten?” Siri’s eyes glittered, seeming to perfectly match the hue of her hair.
    “Nope. Kitty.”
    “He wants her playful. I can do playful.” Siri took Ruthie by the shoulders and walked her backward until her knees came up against a chair. “Sit, Ruthie. Let’s work some magic for your cowboy.”
    My cowboy? He was far from her cowboy, but she was glad Damian had chosen her. His words rushed through her mind again, heating her from the inside out. You’re beautiful. But until you feel beautiful, you won’t come out of your shell.
    Siri hefted a huge book onto a countertop and opened it to reveal small loops of colored hair. She fingered a few then waved Holly over, blocking Ruthie’s view. “I’m thinking this. A few big foils. Do you trust us, Ruthie?”
    She’d come to the ranch to do what she wanted. Her parents had directed her appearance for most of her life, and she wasn’t willing to follow that bumpy road again. Yet one look at Siri and Holly’s excited faces, and she was infected too.
    “Y-yes.”
    Holly smiled, still chewing grapes.
    “And you’re okay with Damian’s sex kitty idea?”
    Ruthie’s stomach bottomed out at the very mention of it. Though suddenly sex kitty was exactly what she needed,