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maintenance, in spite of being a model by profession. When she wasn’t working, she dressed down. She liked easy and comfortable. After fluffing her hair, she grabbed her purse and opened the door.
     
              It was quiet and there was no one else in the hall but Beau, looking big and tall and standing guard like a castrated eunuch. Their eyes met. Marissa took note of the humor swimming in his sexy gaze. Then his gaze dropped down her body leisurely, igniting a slow smolder of awareness inside her. Her nipples peaked as she felt a renewed tingle between her legs. He turned her on too damn fast. What’s more, his expression said he knew what he was doing to her.
     
              Marissa turned and headed toward the exit door.
     
              “So where are we meeting your dinner date?”  
     
              Beau was right behind her. She wished she could tell him it was a real date. And not just an old friend from college. But then, what kind of woman would that make her if she did have a real date? “ We aren’t meeting anyone.” She punched the button to the ground floor. “ I’m meeting an old college friend.”
     
              “You’re a stubborn lady.” They stepped into the elevator. “But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
     
              Marissa felt her temper rising. “Look, cowboy—”
     
              Without warning, she found herself pushed up against the wall. She gasped, her gaze lifting to Beaus’ dark eyes. “Save your breath darlin. Until I get a call saying my services are no longer needed I don’t let you out of my sight.”
     
              In spite of the softness of his drawl, there was an underlining threat in his tone that Marissa couldn’t ignore. She put her hands against his chest with the thought of pushing him away, but the second her palms touched him, the hard muscles beneath his shirt flexed. Her rising anger replaced with intense awareness. She swallowed hard. Praying she didn’t give herself away.
     
              The pupils in his eyes dilated, and Marissa was woman enough to know what that meant. When he slowly lowered his head, she knew he was going to kiss her. She made a half hearted attempt to hold him back. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
     
              “A little late for that, don’t you think? And it’s only a kiss.”
     
              How could she argue with that? Especially after the intimacy they’d shared in her dressing room. She’d practically begged him to fuck her, doing everything within her power to push his buttons to get him to respond the way she wanted him to. He’d confessed that what they’d done wasn’t the norm for him. So had she unleashed a tiger?
     
              As soon as Beau’s mouth covered hers, all thoughts left her head and she melted like butter on a hot roll. Cursing her weakness, she forgot they were strangers. She forgot where they were. Her palms smoothed up his chest in a slow caress that took her to his shoulders. She wrapped her arms around his neck. With a deep groan, he enfolded her in his embrace and crushed her against him tightly. His tongue entered her mouth, his kiss turning rough with growing ardor. Marissa moaned with pleasure, an inferno engulfing her. Their earlier lovemaking had only made her hungry for more. She’d never experienced raw, animal sex before and he’d opened her up to the pleasures.
     
              It wasn’t the sound of the elevator door opening that broke the moment between them, but the ringing of Beau’s cell phone. He pulled away and reached for it at his side. “Yeah?” His tone was a little on the gruff side. Was it was because they’d been interrupted?
     
              His gaze remained on her as he listened to what the caller had to say. His expression never wavered. After a few grunts in response, he flipped the phone shut and slipped it