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now to see if she had a taste for what she was being punctual for.
    His sleek black sedan pulled up next to the curb beside the door, and he stepped out of the vehicle, smiling at Rose cordially despite the look on her face. He couldn’t blame her for looking more than a little taken aback. He was still wearing his outfit from the night’s work--a black coat and long-sleeved shirt with tight-fitting pants and black shoes. He only started to remove his gloves as he got out of the car.
    “Busy night?” she asked finally as he stepped up to her, and she had to look up to face him. From the moment he walked up to her, he could smell her attraction to him in the air.
    Quite literally.
    Joe’s abilities—the way he could move, his immense strength, his keen senses—they were derived from more than just excellent training. He had good genes. Exceptional ones, in fact, and he was more than human.
    And few women were able to resist the magnetic attraction it generated around him. Rose wasn’t the first woman he’d seen give him those eyes as she gazed at the way his figure showed through his snug-fitting clothes, the confident stride he had as he approached her, and most of all, the piercing, enchanting gaze he had that seemed able to hold a person immobile as he looked at them.
    That , he owed entirely to his superhuman nature. The blood of a lion  ran in Joseph Sandford’s veins. It was part of him, and it had become dearer to him than his old, weaker humanity ever had been. He was far more than a mere man, and he knew it. He embraced it. His nature gave him an edge over others they couldn’t possibly hope to meet—much less so for the women who deeply desired him.
    But would they appreciate his true nature as much as he did? Joe didn’t suspect as much. So to everyone he met, he was simply what he presented himself as—a highly talented private eye.
    “I always work late nights, Rose,” he said, smiling brightly as he made his way past her to the door.
    “Aren’t you exhausted?” she said, surprise in her eyes.
    “Not entirely.” He smiled. “You could say I’m something of a nocturnal creature. In my line of work, you have to train yourself to shun the daylight hours. Nobody does anything interesting while the sun’s up,” he added with a wink, and he was delighted to see a little color in her cheeks. “I usually come into the office around 9, work until about 6, and make it home in time to sleep through breakfast.”
    “Oh!” she said, suddenly flustered as they made their way down the hallway to the elevator. “Should I come back later, then?”
    The elevator doors opened, and the two of them stepped inside. It was a cramped space, and Rose had to stand rather close to Joe. He smiled down at her as he sensed her nervousness. The poor woman must have had a lot of tension and anxiety to be so tightly-wound. She’d be amusing.
    “I’m happy to see you any time of the day, Rose,” he said in his deep, silky voice.
    She chewed her lip and seemed to be struggling for the words to reply with.
    With a chuckle, he spared her the discomfort. “Really though, I wouldn’t expect you to be in the office for the graveyard shift like me. I’d be out in the field nearly every night, anyway. You can make this a 9 to 5 kind of arrangement, if you like—you’ll find I’m not a stickler about daytime hours, just as long as my messages get to me.”
    “Your messages?” she repeated.
    “Well yes,” he said. “As my administrator, you’ll be in charge of sorting through my various incoming messages and files. I’ll warn you,” he said as they reached the top floor and the doors opened. “The messages won’t mean much to you, but leave that to me. Having them organized, along with my case files, will make a world of difference for me.” He made his way across the floor to a door without a handle, and he put his thumb on a sensor nearby to open it.
    Inside was what Joe regarded as a rather modest office,