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shower—you’re welcome to join me if you like—and after that, I’ll eat some lunch—you’re welcome to cook it for me if you like—and then I’ll get to work. But leaving? No, my sweet little bookworm. I’m afraid that’s not happening.”
    She was steaming mad, her ears turning red like before, only now her whole face was in on it, too, her freckles standing out adorably against her pink skin. Trick could practically see the smoke pouring out of her ears.
    He hadn’t had this much fun with a woman outside the bedroom in…well…ever.
    “We need to resolve this,” she said. “Now.” She tried to stomp toward him down the hall, but instead of looking angry or intimidating, she looked like a total klutz, spilling coffee over her hand and all over the bottom of her shirt.
    “Smooth,” he said. “Real smooth.”
    She shook off her hand, pushing past him again to get to the kitchen sink. Setting down her mug, she lifted the hem of her shirt and ran the edge under the water, revealing a strip of creamy bare skin just above her hipbone. Her sweatpants were rolled at the waist like they were just waiting for someone to come along and unroll the rest of them, one inch at a time…
    “Need some help with that?” he asked, his mouth pulling into a lopsided grin. “I could hold something for you. Or maybe you could hold something for me. I’m open to negotiations.”
    “You are so cocky,” she said, refusing to meet his eyes.
    “And you’ve got the pictures to prove it.”
    She didn’t take the bait; just stood on her tiptoes and wrung out her shirt, letting it fall back into place. “So you’re refusing to give up the rental? Even after I let you stay here last night, and made you coffee, and contacted management myself?”
    Trick nodded. “Even after all that generosity you’ve bestowed upon me, I’m still not giving up my rental.”
    She was standing in front of him now, her back to the counter, blocking his water bottle.
    Reaching behind her with one arm, Trick leaned in close, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. He stared at her, hard and intense, daring her to look away, registering the change in her body as he held her gaze. Her breath quickened, the vein on her neck pulsing.
    He wanted to close his lips over it.
    To kiss.
    To suck.
    I bet she tastes so fucking good…
    “Well I’m… I’m not leaving,” she stammered.
    “Then I guess you’d better get used to this charming face,” he said softly, finally grabbing his water bottle. “Because you and I are about to get real close.”
    She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. Unlike last night, there was no fear there, only surprise, curiosity, and the one thing guaranteed to fuck up his plans for the rest of the week:
    Desire.
    Before his dick had a chance to change his mind, Trick backed away, headed out the front door, and took off down the beach, his plans completely shot.
    So much for getting any work done today.
    So much for getting any work done at all .

Chapter Six
    S weat rolled down between his shoulder blades, the ocean breeze chilling his skin despite the sun’s punishing heat. He was panting hard, tearing up the shoreline with every stride, trying like hell to outrun his ghosts.
    Never worked.
    At least it kept him in shape, and gave him a reason to escape the situation in the house.
    Trick couldn’t believe how stubborn that woman was being. Did the beach house mean that much to her that she was willing to share it with a total stranger for a week? He didn’t like pulling the celebrity card, but maybe he should—drop a few names, wave a little more cash around, get the managers to remove her once and for all.
    Just give her the cottage, asshole.
    Gabe again, his ever-present voice of reason, right on schedule.
    No can do, Trick thought. I was there first.
    That, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. God, that woman. He didn’t even know her name, but unlike most of his conquests, this one was a face he’d never