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like a turbulent mess of conflict and confusion, a sensation she didn’t like. The last time she’d felt like this she’d had the best sex of her life in a forbidden room on the outskirts of Sydney. Feeling like this reminded her of the man she’d spent so much of the last ten years trying to erase-slash-shoot-slash-taekwondo out of her system.
    Damn it, she did not need this at the moment. She needed to be focussed. Controlled. She needed to find a map of Los Magia, get her bearings and find The Mouse. Not dwell on a past relationship that shouldn’t have been.
    Oh, but what a relationship. The way he knew exactly what you wanted, your deepest fantasy. The way he knew exactly how to make you …
    Stomping out of the elevator, feeling more unsettled than ever, she made a beeline for the concierge’s desk.
    “A map and today’s edition of The Los Magia Times for you, Ms O’Lauchlan,” the man said before she opened her mouth, smiling at her as she approached the steel and glass desk.
    “How did you—” Katrina shook her head. It didn’t matter. On task, O’Lauchlan. On task . “Thank you.” She took the two folded items held out to her, a familiar and eager thump in her chest. The hunt. The job. Already she was feeling more focussed.
    She turned, ready to begin her search, and then swung back to the man behind the desk. “Mr. Abaddon picked me up this morning,” she said. “Just after I touched down. Is this a normal service of The Wicked Lynx or will I be…” She trailed off, unable to miss the uneasy tension suddenly forming around the man’s eyes.
    “I’m sorry, Ms O’Lauchlan. I am not at liberty to discuss Mr. Abaddon’s comings-and-goings.”
    Katrina felt an intrigued twitch in her gut.
    “Exactly what is Mr. Abaddon position here, may I ask?”
    The concierge regarded her, an unreadable expression falling over his utterly handsome face. “Mr. Abaddon does what Mr. Abaddon does.”
    Katrina’s eyebrows shot up. Mr. Abaddon does what Mr. Abaddon does? What the hell did that mean?
    With an abrupt warm smile, the concierge handed her a folded pamphlet, once again the consummate hospitality professional. “May I recommend Tartarus . I guarantee you will be satisfied.”
    Fully aware the man was trying to redirect her focus, she dropped her attention to the pamphlet in her hand. Under rich purple lettering that said Tartarus. Where Pain and Pleasure Become One , a woman in black latex caressing a studded flogger stared back at her.
    A hot wave rolled through the pit of Katrina’s stomach and in a blur of colours and smells and sounds, she was suddenly assaulted by images: a bed; a hotel room; intense eyes the colour of moss and rich soil; strong hands on her wrists, pinning her down; sweat-slicked limbs entwined; a demand; a command; her orgasm; his…
    Mouth dry, pulse pounding, Katrina returned her stare to the concierge. “Thank you,” she said. Or maybe she murmured it. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was her body didn’t feel like her own anymore. It felt like the teenage girl’s she’d been ten years ago. The teenage girl foolish—no, stupid—enough to fall for someone she shouldn’t.
    Two words whispered through her tumultuous mind. Two words. Dangerous. Love .
    Irritation shot through her. She curled her fist. What was going on here? She’d come to arrest a jewel thief and instead she was having arousing and down-right disturbing flashbacks?
    Giving the concierge a smile, not wanting him to see just how shaken she was, she moved away from his desk, heading toward the glass doors that would take her out to the Los Magia streets. Fresh-air. She needed fresh air. And sleep, but the latter would have to wait. She didn’t have time for jet-
    A tall man with dark, honey-brown hair crossed the foyer to her far left, broad shoulders and wide back snugged by a spotless white t-shirt, low, lean hips, tight arse and long, muscled legs encased in faded denim. He moved like smoke,