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“You’re using my powers.”
    “And they’re frickin’ annoying. I tried to give them back before you woke up, but they wouldn’t stick. It should work now that you’re conscious.”
    “What do I have to do?” I gritted my teeth. She lay in the tub, content as could be, flaunting my powers. I knew exactly what that meant. Everything about me was open to her.
    “I’d argue that I was about as far from content as a girl could get if I didn’t know what’s coming next.” Temptress drained her wineglass. “Hand me that towel?”
    I picked up the towel, but held it just out of her reach. She needed to get out of my head and listen to my words. I repeated them with just as much heat. “What do I have to do?”
    Temptress stood, and water slicked down her smooth, knockout body. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself. I would’ve looked away, but it was too late.
    “We have to kiss again. But not here. Let me get—”
    I couldn’t read minds anymore, but I knew she wanted to say dressed. No more waiting. I kissed her hard, almost savagely, crushing her mouth as I grabbed her shoulders.
    She made a noise of protest, but didn’t let loose her arsenal of powers. Instead, she glared for a moment before closing her eyes. Her energy shifted as it had the moment she attacked me, but this was different. I could feel the strength of her spirit and the crushing wave of pain that tried to drown her. My grip loosened, and she shifted, her towel falling as the energy swirled.
    Our lips parted, and my tongue found its way into her mouth. She tasted like sweet wine.
    Temptress opened her eyes, and her gaze was full of heat instead of powers. Her naked body—hot and still wet from the bath—pressed against my bare chest. I wanted to run my fingers through her damp curls.
    God, she was sexy.
    If she wanted to seduce me, I could go with the plan. She had the power, and without her good grace I wouldn’t get far. It was the best strategy.
    Temptress hooked her thumbs into the waist of my jeans, and her touch jolted down my hips. I gripped her tighter.
    I wouldn’t let her wrap me around her finger that easily, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t have a choice.

Chapter Three
    Thinktank’s breathing was getting ragged, and I didn’t need to read his mind to know he was attracted. To my body, at least. Not many guys could make out with a naked woman without reacting. He was still bitter, but as our kiss deepened, his angry feelings faded.
    I’d managed to hold onto his energy through the kiss, but whatever I did, it wouldn’t go back. I was screwed.
    But damn, could he kiss.
    Thinktank’s hands slipped down my lower back, and I didn’t try to fend him off. He was practically stealing my breath, and his thoughts had broken down to flashes of images. I caught a few flattering pictures of my body, and some things he wanted to try with it. I wanted to let him.
    This couldn’t happen.
    I pushed him away and grabbed the soaked towel that had fallen half in the tub. He turned his back, but I couldn’t help listening in.
    —losing focus because she’s sexy as hell. Temptress is—
    “Could you stop calling me Temptress? I have a name.” Tucking the towel tight around my arms, I swept past Thinktank. Though I wasn’t quite blushing, I didn’t want him to know how much our kiss had me worked up. Now I needed a cold shower.
    “What am I supposed to call you?” Thinktank asked.
    I hesitated in the doorway. My name was supposed to be secret, but if Thinktank was going to be here a while, he’d get on my last nerve if he kept thinking of me as Temptress. “It’s Jenny.”
    “Jenny?” He lifted an eyebrow.
    “And what am I supposed to call you?” I would’ve folded my arms, but I didn’t want to drop my towel a second time. It had taken all the balls I had to stand in the tub. I’d almost had an aneurysm when he stormed in. Superpowers or not, I didn’t like being shaken out of a doze to strange men in my