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sprawled haphazardly all over the ground. Squatting down, he began gathering up the colorful, mismatched clothing before he looked up and met his brother’s eyes, “She’s too dangerous. There is something about her and I think, given enough time, I would consider giving up my nights for her.”
    “Don’t let Armand ever hear you say any such thing,” Rhys warned, his brown eyes sparkling even as his words were weighted with meaning. “He’d invoke the elders to keep you from doing something so foolish.”
    “I know.” With the pile of clothes gathered in his arms, he followed Rhys back into their apartment suite, knowing what he had to do and not wanting to do it, despite Armand’s unnecessary warnings. With a slight frown, he looked at the hidden door that led to the roof, “How do you think she got up there?”
    Rhys shook his head, his hair shifting with the motion, “I have no idea. Are you thinking imps?”
    Vaughn was shaking his head before Rhys even finished asking the question, “No. If it were imps, she would have been tied up, gagged and deposited in front of Armand. No, she found her own way up and perhaps we should be more concerned with who is divulging our secrets to humans.”
    “I’ll look into that while you take care of the girl.” Rhys chuckled, “There’s no point getting Armand’s panties all in a knot because one of the nymphs is playing a joke on us.”
    “All right.” Leaving Rhys at his room, Vaughn continued on past his own room, the living room, the kitchen, until he got to the front hall. Shifting the clothes, he opened the door into the large entry, which led to the elevators and the girl’s closet. Er, room.
    He didn’t know how long he stood in front of her door debating whether or not he should knock. At least a good ten minutes. He listened to her as she turned on some Beethoven and started moving some of her boxes around. Several grunts and the occasional curse word were muffled by the door, making him smile and tempting him to knock and offer his help. But he was still naked and the space in her room was very small. If he was in there with her he doubted he would be able to leave without at least tasting her.
    And once he tasted her, he wouldn’t want to let her go at all.
    Setting the bundle of clothes down in front of her door where she would be sure to find them in the morning, he turned around and walked back into his apartment.  He would take care of the girl tomorrow. He would discover where she was going to be welcoming in the New Year and if it was in a public place he would dance with her and compel her to move out. If it were somewhere else, he would wait until she returned to the small room and… figure something out.
    If all else failed, Armand would be able to get rid of her. He was a cold bastard, unmoved by a female’s tears.

Chapter Two
     

     
    “I can’t believe you wore that,” Vanessa teased as Melanie sat down at the table. The popular bar was already crowded with revelers but somehow Vanessa still managed to snag a table. It wasn’t surprising, considering how gorgeous the model-thin blond was, what with her mile-long legs and movie-star face. “What happened to the outfit I picked out for you?”
    Melanie smoothed her hands down the front of her shimmery silver button-down blouse than over the gray, cigarette skirt that covered her thighs and flared out at the bottom. It was very reminiscent of the glamor of the 1940’s and she had fallen in love with it when she had seen it in the vintage clothing shop a few weeks back and she had bought it without a second thought. It was the perfect outfit to welcome in the New Year and she even attempted to style her hair in a French twist to complete the look. Giving Vanessa a honeyed smile, she shrugged, “I prefer clothes that hint at my feminine charms.”
    Vanessa snorted, taking a drink of her vibrant cocktail. “Please. If your feminine charms were any more hidden, dust would billow out