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until I test the other girls. But I want him. Yes or no?” he demanded.
    “Uh…” He shouldn’t, but what the hell. If he’d been worried that he’d get too aroused, embarrass himself, he’d just been put shockingly right on that one. He was in limbo just now, and a person could only train for so many hours a day. Meanwhile, he could pose in his jeans a few times, holding a pretty girl, which wasn’t exactly hardship duty. And hang out with Faith. That wouldn’t be bad, either. That wouldn’t be bad at all.
    Why not? He wasn’t in New Zealand, not in the relentless scrutiny of a harsh public eye. He didn’t have to behave himself here, and if his photo appeared on some pay-per-view website in the States that didn’t have a hope anyway, who was going to know—or care?
    What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. He was in Vegas, and he needed something to happen. Perfect.
    “Right,” he decided. “I’ll do it. What the hell. One for the memoirs.”

The Hurtin’ Kind

     
    Will had surprised her. And excited her, which wasn’t going to do her any good at all. Standing next to all that bronzed flesh, all those delicious muscles and the amazing tattoo that covered the slab of one broad pectoral muscle, ran over the bulge of his shoulder and then all the way down to his forearm, the faint, deliciously spicy scent of him filling her head while she tried not to look at the narrow trail of hair leading down into his jeans…it had all been a little rough. The only other choice had been to look at his face, and that hadn’t helped matters one bit. A few minutes was all it had taken, and here she was with a hopeless, thoroughly embarrassing crush. Pathetic.
    It wasn’t getting one bit better, either, because she was sitting across from him now in the Turkish restaurant next to the UNLV campus, running through her list. Calvin had been impatient to keep looking at the girls that morning, and Will had said that he had to get on, that he had a workout to do. And while Faith had been distracted imagining Will working out, Calvin had muttered something caustic about models who came to auditions without being prepared to stay a while. Will had answered cheerfully that he hadn’t come there to audition and wasn’t going to sit around now, and Faith had delegated herself to handle the details. Because that was her job .
    “So who’s the lucky girl chosen to be my victim?” Will asked now. He’d insisted on buying Faith’s lunch, too, which had been nice of him. It was almost like a…date. Stop it. It’s not a date .
    “Oh, pardon,” he said when she looked up in surprise, “my partner in almost-nearly consensual yet decidedly dirty acts of love.”
    “Darn it,” she said, fighting a smile. Did he have to be smart and funny, too? “Nobody’s even written anything yet, and you’ve already got the plot. And it’s Gretchen.”
    “Ah. Gretchen.” She couldn’t tell if he was pleased or not. “I saw the list, remember? I’m guessing here that I’m meant to be the hard warrior. Got some dark tribal desires, maybe. I’m a wee bit…savage.” He leaned closer and whispered the word, those liquid brown eyes widening a little, and she very nearly choked before he sat back and continued in a normal tone of voice. “Of course, I’m painfully jaded by my past experience with women, too.”
    “You are?” She took another bite of salad and tried not to laugh.
    “Yeh.” He sighed pitifully. “They’ve hurt me, and now I take what I want—which is a bit nasty, by the way—and don’t let them get close. So we start in on it, because she can’t resist me. I tend to have that effect. I’m all broody, like I’ve lost every game, and yet she melts whenever she sees me, because apparently she likes blokes like that. Must be an odd girl.”
    “You’ve lost every game,” she repeated. “Huh? What game?”
    “Sorry. Best metaphor I’ve got. I’m cranky, like, the way you are when you lose. But in a