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devastating.
    I’ve never felt a surge of attraction like this before. I’m notorious for being the ice princess. Warning bells clang in my head.
    His smirk fades just a little, enough to make me wonder if he feels something, too. In the morning light, his eyes aren’t grey anymore. They’re the color of blue suede. He holds my gaze and I see a flicker of what… interest?
    The feeling of light-headedness grows and I sway a little.
    “Okay?” His voice is gentle and now I see unmistakable concern in his eyes.
    I start to say that I’m fine, but the words die in my throat. Dark spots fill my vision. My knees buckle and I pitch forward. The last thing I hear is Luke saying my name and I feel his hands around my waist.

Chapter Four
    Luke
    Olivia has starred in every fantasy I’ve had since I first laid eyes on her. She fucked with my thoughts every mile of the entire Pacific Highway and I’ll admit I didn’t handle it well. I imagined she’d lured me, enticed me like some sort of siren because that’s what girls like her do.
    Lure men.
    All that goes away the instant she falls into my arms. The fucked up, savage things I thought about her vanish when she faints. She’s out for about three seconds and then she’s muttering and telling me to put her down.
    There’s no way I’m letting her go. The feel of her in my arms derails my thoughts because even though it’s the first time I’ve touched her, she feels both familiar and so right. She’s growling at me but her body fits perfectly. A few moments ago, I might have entertained fucking her hard and fast, Now, I imagine what it would be like to make love to her for half the night.
    I should take her up to her own bedroom, but the last time I was there, I was distracted by piles of lacy underwear. I shouldn’t go back. That’s what I tell myself as I mount the last steps and turn down the hallway towards my room.
    I force myself not to stare at her, but her pretty face draws my attention. Her lips are parted and she looks innocent, even though I’m sure she knows more about sex and sin than me and all my buddies put together.
    When I get to my room I lay her down on the bed, take off her sneakers and admire her feet. They’re small, with a graceful arch and toes painted cherry red. I’m struck by the color. I shake my head in an attempt to think straight. I never had a foot fetish before, but I’d never seen Olivia’s feet. But, it’s not just her feet. It’s her legs, slim and strong, the flare of her hips and her gorgeous tits. It’s not a foot fetish, it’s an Olivia fetish.
    I want to stare at her and drink my fill. I want to lean down to nuzzle her neck. She just went for a run so she’s not wearing makeup, just a t-shirt and shorts. Her honey-colored hair is done into two braids, making her look younger than her twenty-two years.
    Her lids flutter and she scowls at me. “Leave me alone.”
    I leave her and return to the kitchen, turn off the stove and pour her a glass of juice. By the time I get back, she’s stirring. I sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes widen.
    “You fainted.” I put my arm around her shoulders and help her up to a sitting position.
    Her hands tremble as she accepts the juice from me. She takes a sip and hands it back.
    “I remember that night at the club, Luke. You offered me money to do nasty things.”
    With that accusation shot in the air, my lust returns full force. Electricity crackles between us and I want to push her back to the pillows and kiss her hard. I want to taste her lips and mark her pale skin. This woman makes my iron self-control melt like butter in a pan. My thoughts whip-saw between lust and tenderness.
    “I was just testing the waters,” I reply. My voice is rough and her eyes flare. She should be worried. “I liked what I saw and I wanted your attention. I’m sure all men do.”
    “That’s not who I am,” she whispers.
    I shrug a shoulder. “I don’t care.”
    Her eyes darken and tell me