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matter. Then I’ll start auditioning. I’ve got a list of places to try.” I don’t know why I’m telling him all this. The topic couldn’t be more boring. But Elias Hayes blinks his thick, black lashes, watching me with smug amusement and … something more. A beguiled, hot fascination. His gaze is on my parted lips as I speak . I gently bite my lip and he watches my teeth as they sink gently into tender flesh. I’m afraid he’ll somehow notice that my panties are saturated. I try to fold my arms over my chest since my nipples are clearly visibly poking against the thin cotton on my nightie, but when I do this, the short skirt rides way up my thighs.
    “You got a list of places to audition, do you?” he says softly, that light amusement playing at the corner of his sumptuous lips.
    “Yes. ” As heart-breakingly gorgeous as he is, his slightly-mocking arrogance is starting to rile me. “Anyway,” I say, and a light petulance has crept into my tone. He can mock me all he wants. I’ll show him, just like I’ll show everybody else. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about? Are we done here?”
    He laughs lightly, his hot gaze holding mine . “No,” he says. “I don’t think we are done here, Sadie . Not at all. I think we’re just getting started. I’ve got some questions I want to ask you, see, and I’m not leavin’ until I get some answers.” Damn, the man is arrogant as all get out. His voice is deeper, and dark-edged when he says, “The thing is, after seeing you twice today …”
    I feel myself blush scarlet at his mention of twice . He uses all that. He’s doing it on purpose. He’s smiling like this is the best fun he’s had all day.
    “First of all,” he says, “I do, in fact, need a cleaner. The place hasn’t been lived in for over a year and it needs some attention. I want you to come work for me.”
    “I …” I want to refuse him . It’s a terrible idea. Working for him will be dangerously … tempting. He knows this, too, damn him. He’s challenging me to refuse him and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. I can handle him. Sure I can.“I suppose I could.”
    “You suppose you could.” He’s stopped smiling but it’s still there in his midnight-blue eyes.He’s leaned a little closer and he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. I wish he would. I wish he would touch me, and cross a line.
    “I might be able to,” I tell him.He’s exasperating me, among other things, and I think I might just be losing my grip on my own self-control.
       “I want you to start tomorrow.”
    “I … yeah. Okay .” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. B ut a job is a job. He sure does seem like he has plenty of money. I might get the full twenty dollars an hour I was hoping for. After all, y ou don’t just go out and buy a thousand-acre ranch unless you’re financially secure, and, now that I look a little more closely, the guitar he’s holding is a nice one. Real nice. It’s probably worth a couple grand. Maybe even more.
    “Good,” he says smugly. “Be at my place by ten, then. And don’t be late. ”
    It takes all the willpower I possess not to tell him to go where to stick his thousand acres, his fancy guitar and his cleaning job. He is the bossiest, most self-righteous person I’ve ever met, I’m sure of it. His gaze is on my mouth, like he’s thinking about kissing me. A pang of longi ng surges through me. I wonder what his wicked mouth, with those perfect lips, would feel like against mine. If he’d been gentle. Or if he’d hold me down and ravage me.
    “You can walk over, right?” he asks, adding slowly, “since it’s just past your … swimming pond.”
    Oh, God. I’m blushing again . I’m still hoping that by some miracle he only just so happened to stumble across me at that very last second, after I’d finished … getting myself off . But somehow that seems just a little overly optimistic. So I decide to ask him point