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concert, but I’m not one of your fans , Beau.” She folded her arms over her chest, glaring up at him. “So keep your hands off and tell me what you want from me. And if you put your mouth near me again, I’m going to send you back to your fans way less handsome.”
    Her heart was pounding way too hard. Beau Hunt had been about to kiss her. Beau Hunt . She took another step back, her legs feeling shaky.
    His striking face was shocked, still slightly sweaty from the performance, and his perfect lips twisted into a confused scowl as he stared down at her.
    She put her hands on her hips. So he thought he could just take liberties? So what if her body had been responding to him and his pheromones. Who cares that she wanted the kiss he was offering way too bad.
    She had only one reason for being here, and she would stick to that. She wouldn’t forget who Beau Hunt was, who his family was, no matter how many sexy songs he sang or how many times he gave her a sultry once-over.
    “Less handsome?” he asked drily. “How’s that?”
    “See how they think you look with a split lip.”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “When I bite you,” she said.
    He laughed then, leaning forward and putting his hands on his knees to support himself. He really was larger than life off stage. Much taller than she’d even expected, though without the glow of the lights, he did look more human, more down to earth and less god-like.
    “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He stood and folded his arms. “I misread the situation, but I have no interested in forcing myself on females.”
    She gritted her teeth. Females .
    “No need to look so offended,” he said, raising his hands. “It’s what we are. Males and females.” He took a step forward, lowering his voice so her friend, who was standing some ways away and looking concerned, couldn’t hear him. “Lions, that is.”
    She shoved him away again, because having him near made her body heat too much, and she couldn’t think. “Why did you send me those tickets?”
    He cocked his head and his hair fell sexily to one side, glinting in the dim overhead light. “Why did you accept them if you don’t like my music?”
    She glared at him. “Your music is fine. It’s you I’m not a fan of.”
    His eyes narrowed at that, as if she’d finally gotten under that relaxed, cocky shell and was bothering him. “You didn’t need to slap me, though.”
    “You didn’t seem like you were getting the message.”
    He gave her a long, slow look, perhaps scenting the air. “Oh, I was getting a message all right. Problem is you’re all mixed up, and I just picked up the wrong one.”
    She snorted. “Fine. So apologize and we’re good.”
    He bit his full lower lip, working it over, and she realized how many women would kill to be where she was right now. Verbally sparring with Beau Hunt. Worldwide heartthrob. Too bad she knew more about him than they did.
    “What do you want with me?” she asked, tightening her arms around herself as if she could somehow keep him from seeing her. Keep him from looking at her in that sexy way that glistened with expectation.
    There really was something royal about him. Something that made her just want to go along with whatever he wanted. Like he knew what he was doing and would just take care of things. But she knew better.
    “Do you know who I am?” he asked.
    She nodded bitterly. “Everyone from the island does.”
    His blue eyes glittered at the mention of the island, and he nodded toward the tent. “Can we talk in private?”
    “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?” she asked.
    He nodded. “As I already told you, I’m not interested in forcing. I misread things, but I won’t do it again. I’ll make you make the first move next time.” He grinned. “You’re going to have to really want it.”
    “Fat chance,” she muttered, following him into the tent. Deep down, she did trust him, if for no other reason than he had a