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when he finally turned and re-entered his residence, his heart lurched.
    Standing in front of him, she looked just as she had seven months before. Her hair was long, silken, and cascading down her shoulders. She looked just as stunning, and more importantly, she was just as naked. Her robe had been tossed over the edge of his sofa, and she sauntered easily toward him, and while her body moved in a subtle seductive manner, he could hear her heart racing. At just that moment, the album moved to the next song “It’s Only Fear.” A haunting and terribly appropriate song for the woman in front of him.
    “It’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” Her face was oddly unreadable. There was vulnerability but also a challenge to her expression. She was daring him to deny her, but also daring him to touch her. It seemed reckless to his perception, but then, the emotional aspect of what she was going through wasn’t within his grasp of understanding. He’d have to earmark this one to discuss with Ember later on.
    “I told you it wasn’t. Put your robe back on.” His voice was terse and harsh as he willed his eyes to hold hers and not stray farther down her body where they so desperately wanted to go.
    He walked toward her to pass by, refusing to let her rattle him, but as he neared, she stepped into his path, stopping him. He looked down. His body was responding, and he clenched his teeth to stifle the desire welling up within him. The sight of her naked figure left his starved cock hard and crazy with want. He’d not expected that move from her, and he was paying for it now.
    Glaring at her face, he spoke through gritted teeth. “I said, put your robe on.” When her hand moved toward his cock—as she defied him—he reacted. His hand moved in a swift downward arc, catching her wrist before she could discover on her own what her nakedness was doing to him. “Don’t touch me unless I give you permission. I assure you, I’ll give you the same courtesy.” Then he turned from her, took his place in the armchair as she grabbed the robe and sat on the couch. She looked like a sullen child—angry that he’d bested her at her game.
    “Are you gay?” By the taunting look on her face, she was trying to attack his masculinity, failing to realize how pointless a game that was with him.
    “No.” He watched as she studied him.
    “And you really don’t intend to sleep with me?” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke. She didn’t trust him in the least, and he understood. He couldn’t possibly fault her for it, but he was determined to move beyond it.
    “I’ve already told you as much.”
    “Then why am I here?” She suddenly looked lost, confused, as though it was all easier to rationalize and cope with if he would just play along and be the asshole she assumed he was.
    “I told you; I just want to help you.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “I can’t say that surprises me. Why is it so easy for you to assume I’d rather fuck you than help you?”
    She shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose it’s because you have a dick.”
    “Yes, well, can’t do much about that now can I?” He glared at her a moment longer. “You and my dick have never met, so you’re hardly in a position to judge how much control it has over my actions.”
    Her eyes flitted from his. He was being blatant … making her uncomfortable. When she met his eyes again it was with a margin of resolve he knew was forced. “Even if you don’t act like Mason or his men, the fact you know him doesn’t bode well for you in my book. But I don’t remember you from my time there, so…” She was lost in thought as her gaze drifted off. “But, I don’t remember a lot of things.” She shook her head as though to clear it of some confusion. “You said ‘see you again.’ Have we met before?”
    He studied her for a moment. She was in no shape to deal with this truth right now, but it was time. “Abigail, what you’re about to understand is going to upset you. I