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night.”
    Samantha gasped. “I-I am not that kind of girl, all right?” She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry with all that raw sexuality so close to her over-sensitized body.
    “Right.” His breath fanned over her face as his gaze slowly traced her features, landing on her lips and remaining. “That’s why you openly flirted with me from across the bar.”
    “I did not flirt. My well-meaning, spontaneous, totally reckless, idiot friends did. I am never spontaneous.” Samantha pressed her back further in her chair.
    He simply leaned in another inch. “So you’re saying what you did to my Christmas display was premeditated?”
    “No! Of course not.” She ducked under his arm and stood, her heart imitating the little drummer boy.
    “Really, because I’ve never seen some of the positions those elves were in.” He straightened and slowly stalked her like a predator after its prey, backing her up against his office wall. “I must admit what they were doing to Mrs. Claus was damn creative. Looked like it took a lot of thought to me.”
    “Liquor. It took a lot of liquor,” she squeaked, her chest heaving as she tried to find a way to escape. “No rational thoughts involved,” she added, more to remind herself her dreams of the two of them reenacting those positions all night long had been completely irrational as well. “I’m telling you, that wasn’t me last night. That was someone I don’t even recognize.”
    “Oh, I recognize her. I’ve seen her kind before.”
    “I’m sure you have, Mr. Snow.” She’d read all about his reputation, but she had no intention of becoming another notch on his belt. “But I can assure you, she’s long gone.”
    “So now you’re a tease?” He tucked a loose curl behind her ear.
    Her traitorous body trembled. “What do you expect me to say, let’s do it right here right now? Fine, then.” She thrust her chin up a notch and crossed her arms. “Strip.”
    “As you wish.” He slowly loosened his tie, pulling it off and draping it around her neck then undid the top button of his black silk shirt.
    “Oh my God, I was joking!” She flattened her body against the wall.
    “I’m not.” He undid the second button, slowly letting the rest of the buttons slide out of the holes. His dress shirt fell open, revealing a fine sprinkling of hair beneath his white undershirt. He slid his hand beneath the hem of his undershirt and slowly lifted it above a tanned set of six pack abs.
    Wow. Who knew that had been hidden beneath a mere shirt. Her fingers itched to touch him, but that would lead to a whole lot of something she wasn’t ready for. “L-Look.” Samantha tried not to stare as he released the T-shirt on a grin and shrugged broad shoulders out of the sleeves of his dress shirt and stood before her, his upper torso nearly bare and absolutely glorious. “I’m not a tease, an d I’m not a prude. I’m just not ... her.” She tore her gaze away from pectoral muscles she was dying to run her nails over and fisted her hands.
    Nathan hesitated for a long moment and finally took a step back, releasing his spellbinding hold on her. Samantha nearly swooned but caught herself, sucking in a cleansing breath of air. He went to a wardrobe closet and pulled out a cashmere sweater--in black, of course--then slipped it over his head, the muscles in his wide back flexing and contracting with each movement. He must have caught her accusing glare, but he just chuckled and dropped his silk shirt in a basket that read dry cleaning for Roz.
    “That’s a shame you’re not her, but she still has to pay for her crimes,” he said once h e was fully covered, thank God.
    Samantha shook off the insane effect he had on her. “She will, I promise, just as soon as the holidays are over.”
    “Sorry. You should have thought of that before you decided to break into my shop.” His face turned hard and unreadable once more. “You can go home on Christmas Eve so long as I win the