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as she tries to take in my words.
    “Um… what?”
    “Your questions. I answer them, yeah? What’s in it for me?”
    She frowns and puts a hand on her hip, “Oh, I don’t know,” she sasses, “exposure? Good publicity? A positive public opinion?”
    I shrug, and take another swig of my coffee — strong and spicy, just the way I like it — and let her flounder there in silence for a moment before answering.
    “Exposure I’ve got. Publicity is easy to come by… Public opinion? I couldn’t give a rat’s arse. What are you, Suzette Quincy, going to offer me?”
    She nibbles her bottom lip and I just want to lunge forward and capture that prissy pout with my mouth until she’s moaning and panting beneath me.
    Instead, I wait for her to mull it over, every muscle in my body coiled tightly, ready to pounce.
    “How about breakfast?”
    I laugh; genuine real, not at all sarcastic laughter. Her face falls and she throws up her hands again.
    “You don’t have to be such an ass,” she grumbles as she marches for the door.
    I reach out a hand to stop her, closing around her elbow to pull her back towards me, “Wait, no. I didn’t mean it like that,” I say too quickly, hearing the faintest tinge of desperation in my tone.
    What the fuck is that about? Jasper Wild isn’t desperate for anything. Let alone some proper little wannabe journalist who isn’t at all impressed by him.
    Yes, I did just refer to myself in the third-fucking-person. This hangover is making it too difficult to function like a normal human and food sounds wonderful, so I nod.
    “I’m sorry, that just took me by surprise. Generally I’m the one feeding people, not the other way around.”
    Suzette wrinkles her nose and waves her hands at me in an exaggerated gesture, “Fine, I’ll still take you to breakfast since you apologized, but you definitely have to shower before I’ll be seen in public with you.”
    Apologized? I didn’t do that, did I? Fucking hell. This hangover is worse than I thought.
    I give her my patented panty-dropping grin and a wink, “You sure you don’t wanna join me, luv?”
    She sets her jaw in a firm line and I’m almost positive she’s gritting her teeth at me, “Don’t make me regret this,” she says with a warning tone.
    I don’t know why that stern statement has my blood running hot in my veins. I can’t get images of Suzette, naked and dripping in my shower, her body surrounded by steam as her moans echo off the tile walls, out of my blasphemous head.
    I shrug and turn to leave, “Suit yourself.” And just as I walk through the door to the bedroom, I drop my boxers, knowing full well she’s still watching my behind.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    Susie
    I realize what he’s done a moment too late and feel my cheeks turn bright red as I all but outright stare at his ass.
    And damn. What an ass.
    I’ve never been much of an ass girl, really, but something about the hard planes of his broad shoulders tapering down to the dimple at the base of his spine, just drags my eyes straight down to that perfectly muscular ass.
    My mouth actually waters and I hurry to cover my eyes and shriek as he glances over his shoulder to flash me that cocky fucking grin again.
    “Like what you see? Last chance to join, luv,” he says with a smile that makes my insides stir to life.
    I throw my now-empty coffee cup at his head and he ducks into the bathroom, chuckling to himself.
    I hear the water start, the shower curtain pull back, and I can’t help imagining the water running down Jasper’s perfect body.
    A body like that isn’t even fair. It isn’t something that real people have. That kind of body is for like… sculptures by Michelangelo or photoshopped models on magazines.
    Seeing a body like Jasper’s out in the real world is kind of dazzling . In the sense that it left me actually tongue-tied and speechless. I can’t even begin to explain how embarrassing that is.
    The sound of Jasper singing in the shower breaks me out