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    “Oh, I know you do. If you think you can hide it, you're dead wrong.”
    X-rated images danced through my head, thoughts of him pushing me to the ground, tearing off my pants, and screwing me right here in the flower garden. My body craved his, yet my brain was well aware I'd be sorry for it later.
    “You know, I don't really appreciate being propositioned for sex like a hooker. I prefer to be treated with at least some dignity and respect.”
    He came toward me, close enough to step on my toes. I backed into the side of his RV. He had me cornered now. Felt like I was the helpless sheep and he the wolf, eager to devour me the moment I dropped my guard.
    “I don't make a habit of screwing random men,” I continued. “We've got to go on at least one date first. Y'know, at least pretend like you're trying to impress me.”
    “That's too bad. I don't do dating.”
    He slid his arms around me and crushed my lips with a hungry, eager kiss. It happened so suddenly I didn't react at first – then I let slip a soft moan without meaning to. I found out then that Max McLaren was a very good kisser...
    I melted with desire for him even though I knew this was wrong. I wanted to enjoy it, to give in to this moment and just let him have me. It would feel so good, and I needed it so badly.
    But I couldn't.
    I pulled away from him. He groaned, frustrated. His hard cock rubbed against my thigh. It was a terrible tease, yet I resisted.
    “What... Why?”
    “You know why.” My pulse raced. Had to calm down. “It's a bad idea.”
    “Seems like a pretty good one to me.”
    He attacked my neck with kisses designed purely to wear down my resolve. If I'd been drinking and even the slightest bit tipsy, his plan would have worked.
    I couldn't trust myself around him.
    “I want you, Anna.”
    “All you want is sex.”
    “From you, yes.”
    “Me, and every other woman in town who'll drop their panties for you.”
    The crunch of gravel under car tires was a welcome distraction. Someone was coming, probably a customer looking to buy some of my produce.
    Max let me go as the car pulled in. He was clearly disappointed. So was I, but I refused to let him know it.
    “This isn't over.” He murmured in my ear as the customers, two old ladies, approached. “I'm going to have you, one way or another, before I leave town.”
    “In your dreams,” I whispered back. “Hello there, and welcome to Southwell Farm. What can I get you today?”
    Max slid into his RV, revved the engine, and tore off down the road. As I showed the women what I had for sale, I thought his words over. I knew he was right.
    No matter how I fought it, he would have me. I couldn't resist that kiss of his for long.

Chapter 4 - Max
     
    Damn that woman!
    She'd gotten me hard as steel and then had the nerve to shoot me down – for the second time. It pissed me off and drove me nuts something fierce.
    I adjusted my package as I hurtled down the street toward Trey's place. My RV smelled like chicken shit and dirty feathers; I expected Anna would reward my noble sacrifice. But she didn't.
    “What's with her? Never met a girl so scared of giving it up before.”
    She was like that back during school too. To this day, I remembered how it went down.
    Her family moved to town when she was just a girl. In high school I thought she was gorgeous, but she'd never give me the time of day.
    Then came the prom after-party. She was alone after her date ditched her to drink with his buddies. God, she looked beautiful in that blue gown. Thought I'd swoop in and make an easy score for sure.
    Nope. What did she say, exactly?
    “No thanks. I'm not that desperate.”
    Something to that effect. Still couldn't quite figure out what she meant. Did she think I wasn't good enough for her? If so, I promised to prove her wrong.
    I touched the rippled skin on my cheek. Maybe it was the scar that turned her off. Maybe she didn't find me attractive enough for her.
    Although the way she kissed me