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Colin advanced on her.
    Ariel side stepped him, using the chair next to his music stand as her shield. “I’m afraid you’ll have to tell him yourself.” She assessed her surroundings, looking for her nearest escape route. “For now, you’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.” Ariel tried to make her way out, but his hand closed around her arm, halting her mid-step and bringing her body to his.
    “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” His searing gaze bore into hers.
    She pressed her breasts against his arm. “Think what you will. I’m only doing my job.” Ariel dragged her hand to his cock and cupped it with enough pressure, stealing a gasp from him. “And, it doesn’t include this.”
    Colin dropped his hold on her and she walked out of his music studio, hoping to make it as far away from him as possible before he figured out what was missing. The warmth of his groin still lingered in her palm and she balled her hand into a fist. His proximity stirred her insides, tangling the butterflies in her stomach into a knot. Ariel didn’t know how she walked without stumbling. Colin was a fallen angel without wings or horns, who enjoyed showing her how much his touch affected her.
    Focus, Ariel, focus. She had to stop thinking of him in those terms if she planned to work there for the next three months. Maybe she’d focus on other things, starting with his wardrobe. A splash of color to his black wardrobe wouldn’t hurt him. Ariel didn’t consider messing with his clothing crossing the line if she was only trying to help as his assistant.
    “Ariel !”
    Oh, shit . He knew. Ariel made a run for the closest room since his home study seemed thousands of miles away.
    “Ariel ,” he shouted once more. “I’ll find your little ass, and you’ll be sorry when I do.”
    She ran into the first room she found, shutting the double doors. Crap. No lock. Ariel stepped back, glancing around at what appeared to be a sitting room. His strides in the hall sounded closer and closer each time. Damn it. She had nowhere to hide.
    Colin threw the doors open and strode in the room. It took him no more than a second to find her hiding spot, zeroing his gaze on her. He closed the doors, and stood there as he crossed his arms. “Where the fuck is my ex-Vieuxtemps?”
    Ariel shifted on her feet behind an elegant white love seat, her fingers gripping the edge. “You mean, the Guarneri?”
    His jaw tightened with impatience. “Yes.” He walked toward her.
    “Um…” She slid her eyes closed. Shit . This was all Gérard’s fault or Logan’s, or anyone else’s not hers.
    “Where’s my Guarneri, Ariel ?” he asked at her ear. The warmth of his body traveled down her back as he stood behind her.
    She’d been too busy putting the blame on someone else, and hadn’t noticed the moment he’d made his way behind her. An arm slid around her waist and his shaft pressed against her bottom. This proved why accepting the job had been a mistake. His touch clouded all logical thought in her mind.
    “ Gorgeous?” He bit her earlobe. “Where’s my violin?”
    Ariel swallowed . “At Gérard’s,” she said, eyes still closed.
    “Where’s my Stradivarious?” His lips hovered over the curve of her neck, his warmth kissing her skin.
    Her breath quickened with anticipation, yearning to feel him, to be in his arms again. Was it wrong to want another taste of his lovemaking? Yes. Just one more time. Ariel leaned back on his chest, giving him greater access. Colin cupped her breasts, his fingers playing with her already tense nipples through her clothes. His touch shot a flood of heat straight to her core.
    “Ariel?”
    Entranced by his caresses, she reached behind him and gripped his waist. Colin understood her ask, rocking his hips against her ass, letting her feel his erection, giving her what she wanted.
    “Yes. It’s at Gérard’s, too,” she said.
    Colin kissed her neck, sucking t he skin gently into his mouth. Ariel