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absolute fool of herself. She wasn’t even certain she could talk to him. Say a word. Maybe she’d gotten lucky and it had been his security people who had allowed her inside the high gates.
    She pulled into the circular drive and stared up at the house. It wasn’t a mansion like her family home, but it was beautiful. Perfect. Homey. Not in the least ostentatious. Sheloved the wraparound verandah with the huge columns holding up a sloping roof that shaded the wide, inviting porch.
    Elijah stood waiting at his front door, wearing a tight-fitting pair of jeans that rode low on his hips and fit very lovingly around his extremely nice butt. The breath left her lungs in a long rush. His jeans were carelessly buttoned, the top two left undone. He wore no shirt, displaying a heavily muscled chest. His black, black hair was unruly and damp as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. She swallowed hard, trying not to stare. Her already soaring temperature went up a couple more notches. She had forgotten how good he looked. He was definitely a man—no soft edges to him at all. Right now, intimately barefoot, his anger seemed to simmer right below the surface.
    She couldn’t understand his anger, unless she had interrupted him with another woman. She blushed. Of course there would be a woman there. She hadn’t called. Her grandfather never had her call, saying he wanted it to be a surprise when she delivered his best reserve for whatever the occasion. She could see how intruding on a date with a willing woman would make Elijah mad.
    Still, he looked so gorgeous. Handsome. Masculine.
Dangerous.
Immediately, that wild thing inside her stretched and unfurled. She felt hot. Very hot. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. She told herself he probably had a woman in the house with him, but it didn’t matter. Already, her blood rushed through her veins, so heated she knew she was flushed. Her breasts ached. Her sex spasmed. There was a burning between her legs that was worse than anything she’d ever experienced. She had the mad desire to fling herself at him, tear his clothes off and beg him to pound into her, filling her.
    She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles grew white. His eyes drifted over her, an intense scrutiny that saw way too much. She had never seen a man more sensual in her life.
    â€œSiena.” He said her name softly and took a step toward her.
    Her heart hammered madly. God. He was beautiful. Masculine. All roped muscle, wide shoulders and thick chest. With every movement, his very defined muscles rippled. Her mouth watered. Her pulse throbbed deep in her core. His wide shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and her eyes dropped lower. Her breath caught in her lungs.
    â€œSiena,” he said again, this time firmly. A command.
    She swallowed hard and let out her breath slowly. “Elijah.” She could barely get his name out. Her voice didn’t sound the same at all. It sounded husky. Sexy. Not at all her.
    They stared at each other. Her breath refused to leave her lungs. He’d sucked all the air from the atmosphere until her lungs burned and felt raw. He looked predatory. Dangerous. Scary. He looked delicious. She licked her lips, holding on for dear life to the steering wheel, otherwise something terrible was going to happen. Her blood thundered in her ears, drowning out common sense.
    â€œMy grandfather sent you a belated birthday present, Elijah. A case of his reserve.” She nearly stammered the words. Her voice wasn’t her own. Husky. Sensual. Needy. Hungry.
    His gaze drifted over her face and dropped to her chest. She couldn’t control her breathing. “So this is how he does it. He uses you. You’re a part of this? He uses you for his dirty work?” He nearly snarled the words at her. “And you let him?”
    She had no idea what he was talking about. She barely heard the words through the roaring of her blood in her