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dangerous with a capital D.
    She shoved her hands into her trenchcoat’s pockets. Nerves were making her antsy. She was ready to start pacing between the trees. He walked quietly beside her for a moment and then replied, “I’d prefer it if you allowed me to drop you off at your house.”
    She tripped on a pebble and almost fell flat on her ass, but he grasped her elbow and helped her stay upright. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. You don’t have any clothes.”
    She hated sounding stupid, but she couldn’t sit in his car staring at his junk. It would be too tempting to sit there and talk to his penis to see if her words had any effect. She needed help. Mental help, of the professional kind.
    “I have clothes in my car.” He laughed. “I’m sorry nakedness distresses you.”
    She frowned. “It’s not distressing.” Hell yeah it was! She just didn’t want to sound like a prude. Who would have thought a woman who watches other women strip all the time could feel weird having this hot-as-heck man walking beside her in his birthday suit.
    “I can dress and drive you home,” he said, shoving branches out of the way so she could pass. “I don’t want to worry about someone following you. Or worse, doing something to you on your way there.”
    What a gentleman. A naked one. Only in Vegas. She sighed. She should have been rejecting the idea from the moment it came out of his mouth, but her father didn’t call her hardheaded for nothing. Vanessa liked to make her own decisions, and right now she had a feeling the tiger-man was a lot nicer than he appeared. “I guess that’s not a problem. You did save me after all. What’s your name?”
    “Cash.”
    Wow. His parents must have been big gamblers. Who the hell named their kid Cash? “Is your brother Check?” She laughed.
    Oh, man. That was bad. She couldn’t help it. It was too easy.
    He barked a laugh next to her. The sound was so sexy it made her all kinds of tingly inside. “No, though I think that’s one of the best lines I’ve heard. Usually people think my parents must have struck it rich right before I was born.”
    She shook her head, her smile wider. “Imagine if they’d have gone broke. They might have named you Debt.”
    He laughed harder, and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He was so cute when he laughed. The harshness of his features softened. He made her panties get wet and her heart race, and not race like she was having a heart attack either, which she swore was the case the last time she tried to run a marathon.
    Once they reached the clearing that led to the back of the lot, she followed him to a dark corner where a low-slung black sports car set. She didn’t know shit about cars, but she knew what the hell a Bugatti was. She also knew she’d have to sell all her organs on the black market in order to afford one of its wheels.
    “Nice car,” she said, trying not to sound like she was nervous that just looking at it would put a dent on the machine. He opened her door for her. She stopped to blink at the open door and then at him. This was the first time a man, any man, opened a door for her. For a second, she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she curtsy? Say thank you? Get down on her knees and repay with some oral? Decision, decisions.
    He cleared his throat. She shook out of the visual of being on her knees pleasuring him. She really, really needed a mental evaluation.
    “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and shaky. She got into the car, keeping her eyes facing forward and not on his cock. Nope. Not looking. She waited until the door shut before peeking out the window at his ass. She could bounce pennies off those cheeks.
    She twisted in her seat to see what he’d do next. He opened the trunk and pulled out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. In no time, he was dressed and getting into the driver’s side.
    “What’s your name?” he asked, putting the car in drive and taking off.
    “Vanessa.”
    He hadn’t given