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a job.”
    “Like that’ll happen. I can’t stand that guy.”
    “I know. If he calls when I’m there I’ll take care of it. I’ll tell him there are new owners and he’ll go away.”
    “Ok. Thanks.”
    She pulls out her keys. “Still on for Pilates tomorrow?”
    I click open my car and wrinkle my nose. “I’m going to skip that. Between the diet I already hate, and the jerk that needs a smack down, I’m not feeling it.”
    “You can always come stay with me if Luke is a jerk.”
    “It’ll be fine. The house is huge, probably has its own zip code. It should be easy enough to avoid him.”
    Charlotte shakes her head. “I’m a phone call away.”
    I drive home and when I pull into the driveway, I push the button for the gate and admire the picturesque grounds. Howard has something like three houses, maybe four, and I wonder if they’re all this grand. So different from last night… in broad daylight, it looks almost inviting. I wonder what Mr. Charm is doing this morning. Probably thinking of ways to irritate or offend me.
    I pull into the garage and stop the car. Maybe propositioning girls in strip clubs is something Luke does all the damned time. And now, I actually hate him a little more, that entitled little dickhead. He probably likes to toss out a few bills and have girls list off all the things they’ll do for him.
    The thought makes me grip my steering wheel so hard my knuckles whiten. Women have to be at a certain point in their life if they agree to do private things for a man in exchange for money. It makes me a little sick to my stomach to think that Luke is the type of man who preys upon desperate women.
    It’s hard to imagine him being like that, seeking out women in dire circumstances so he can take advantage. He’s tall, gorgeous, built like a brick house and with his sort of wealth, I’m certain he attracts women just by stepping into the room.
    I get out of my car. Until this point, I had seriously considered packing up and going to stay with a girlfriend, but I’m rethinking all that. Maybe I do want to stick around this dickhead’s mansion and teach him a lesson, or ten.
    I step inside and the smell of bacon hits me full-force. My mouth waters and I have to stifle a small moan. Bacon. Why did it have to be bacon?
    He’s standing in front of the stainless steel range wearing nothing more than a pair of pajama bottoms. He has his back to me. His back is broad and rippling with muscle. My gaze starts at his neck where traps flare down to powerful shoulders. Muscles band across his torso. His tattoos mesmerize me. I stand, rooted to the floor, half-afraid to view him from the front.
    When he turns, his mouth curves into a sexy grin. “I know you’re trying to eat healthy, so I’m putting some of that kale in with the bacon and onion.” He holds up an empty kale bag, crumpled into a ball, and with a flick of his wrist, it arcs through the air and lands in the trash.
    The bacon sizzles and my stomach rumbles its approval. Pulled by some invisible force, I cross the kitchen to the stove. The kale is bright green, glazed with bacon fat and wilting beautifully amidst the crisp, chopped bacon. Diced onions caramelize and release an aroma that makes me a little dizzy. I didn’t eat before I went running and forgot my water bottle. Now I’m feeling a little off.
    I turn to face him, not sure if I want to thank him or tear into him. My gaze is captured by the sight of his chest, and unable to resist, I drop my eyes to look at his abs. They… don’t disappoint.
    “See something you like?”
    His voice is a sexy rumble that sends a shimmer of sweet torment across my senses. I fight the arousal. Standing so close to him is a giant mistake because the man smells amazing and I’m not talking about bacon. I’m talking about some hyper-masculine smell that makes me want to stand on my tip-toes, press my face to his neck and inhale.
    The scent doesn’t come from cologne, just him, and it’s