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that was the reverse of his. In both condos, the master bedroom took up most of the top floor, with a cheater en-suite bathroom that opened into the bedroom but also into the hall. Her bedroom was back to back with his. Each of them had a small balcony that overlooked the backyard and the view.
    “ My great-aunt owns this place,” Amelia continued. “She’s letting me stay here while I find a job.”
    “ She sounds like a very nice aunt.”
    “She’ s a peach.”
    Since there was nowhere else to put it, h e set the box down on the floor.
    Her voice went husky. “You’re a peach too, Morgan Holbrook.”
    The sultry tone strummed across his nervous system, sending pings of arousal to every corner of his body. The reaction was both predictable and annoying. And it was such an obvious ploy that it was an insult to his intelligence. She didn’t need to play tricks to manipulate him.
    “ You don’t have to flirt with me,” he told her.
    His blunt words obviously took her by surprise. It was a moment before she answered. “I’m not flirting with you.”
    He didn’t call her directly on the lie. “I’ll still move the rest of your boxes.”
    “This isn’t flirting,” she insisted, the sultry note disappearing from her voice.
    He folded his arms across his chest , telling himself he was too smart for these kinds of games. “Then what do you call it?”
    She didn’t hesitate. “I call it conversation.”
    “ Sure. We’ll pretend it wasn’t persuasion.” He turned to walk toward the bedroom door.
    “Hey,” she hop-stepped behind him. “You can’t just walk away.”
    Yeah, he imagined she wasn’t used to that. “I’m getting the next box.”
    “We were having a conversation.”
    “I thought I was moving boxes.”
    “Are you always this contrary?”
    He made his way down the stairs. “Do you always argue with people who are helping you?”
    “Who’s arguing?”
    He shook his head as he reached the front hall, chuckling coldly at both himself and at her. Human beings were such ridiculously predictable creatures. He stacked the last two boxes together and lifted them.
    “Are you laughing at me?” she asked.
    “No,” he lied.
    She followed him to the top of the stairs. “Why are you laughing at me?”
    “ Because I find you entertaining.” Which was another lie. What he found her was alluring and captivating, and it annoyed him to be such a slave to his base hormones.
    “ What? Like a trained monkey?” she asked.
    His grin widened.
    “Stop that,” she demanded.
    “You said it, I didn’t.”
    “You could have disagreed with me.”
    “I could have,” he said. He avoided looking at her as he set the other two boxes down. It was easier to stay grounded when he was battling only her voice and her scent. He moved the top box onto the floor so that she could more easily unpack them.
    “I’m not a trained monkey, ” she insisted.
    “ I agree. Back at Berkeley, we’d have called you a Pavlovian blon—” He couldn’t seem to stop himself from glancing at her. “But, no, your hair is auburn. Doesn’t have quite the same ring, though, does it?”
    Her brow furrowed . He couldn’t tell if she was hurt or confused.
    He felt like a prize jerk for insulting her. His moronic libido wasn’t her fault. With an IQ bordering on two hundred, you’d think he’d be able to control himself. But when it came to beautiful women, he was no smarter than the next guy.
    “Were you going to call me a Pavlovian blonde?”
    “It was a joke back in grad school. It means a woman who’s so beautiful she’s learned the world will give her anything.” He didn’t add that it also meant a woman who was socially conditioned to use her beauty for personal gain. He had absolutely no reason to assume Amelia flirted her way to free drinks or anything else.
    “ You think the world will give me anything?” she asked, looking genuinely surprised.
    It was on the tip of his tongue to admit that he would give her