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swinging in its ponytail, running pants hugging her hips and legs, her ass tight and round…
    And fuck. I had to touch it. Had to know if it felt as good as it looked. And damn, the punch in the arm was worth it.
    I pull some pants on and rub the towel through my hair. I wish to hell she’d just give in and let me fuck her. One night. That’s all I want—one night to explore that tight little body, to explore its curves and contours, to make it tremble beneath my touch.
    To make her scream my name.
    To get her the hell out of my system.
    I tug a shirt over my head, rub some wax into my hair, and then grab my phone and car keys. Dinner at her house. I should have said no, but no one in their right mind turns Grace Veronica down when she asks for something.
    She asks, you do. Simple as fuck.
    Plus, the opportunity to piss Leah off… It’s like a game. Who can out-snark the other? Who’ll win the battle of the bitch? And I love every second because the fire she gets in her eyes is sexy as hell.
    I drive through the Hills until I reach her house. Then I put in the code Grace’s assistant e-mailed me earlier and wait for the gates to open. When they do, I drive through and up the winding driveway that leads to the Veronica house.
    Classy and modern with a hint of old Hollywood in the décor. Grace Veronica nails it once again.
    I park my Range Rover in front of the large garage and pocket my keys. The house is huge, and as I walk to the front door, I realize the door is, too. Glass-paneled, double-door kind of huge. I am reaching out to press the bell when one of the doors swings open.
    Leah stands in front of me with her lips pursed. Her eyes are spitting fire and anger at me, and I know instantly she’s still pissed at me for earlier. Good.
    “Corey,” she says pleasantly. “I suppose I should let you in.”
    “Leah!” Grace snaps from somewhere in the house.
    Leah takes a deep breath and her eyes focus on the ceiling for a second. “Corey. Come in.” She plasters a smile on her face.
    I step over the threshold and pause in front of her. “You could pretend you’re happy to see me, you know.”
    “I am pretending,” she hisses.
    “You are?” I raise my eyebrows. “Now I see why you don’t act. You’re shit at it.”
    “I’m not afraid to hurt you, I swear to God, so you better start walking, cowboy.”
    I laugh and walk past her. She shuts the door and looks at me.
    “Take your shoes off. Cream carpets.”
    I bend down wordlessly and tug my shoes off. Leah takes them from me and puts them in the large coat room behind me then waves over her shoulder for me to follow her. She leads me through a large living area, not speaking a word, and just when she’s about to guide me into another room, I grab her hand.
    She freezes and looks up at me. “What are you doing?”
    I don’t know. “I’m…sorry,” I say hesitantly. “I know I’ve pissed you off.”
    “Gee, say it like you mean it, why don’t you?” She snatches her hand away.
    “Do you want me to go?”
    She stops and drops her head back. “No,” she replies softly. “I don’t. Just…cut the crap, okay?”
    “Cut the crap?”
    “Wow. You’re dense.” She shakes her head. “All the…well, all the kissing me. It makes me…uncomfortable.” She swallows.
    “You seemed comfortable enough to me.”
    “Corey!”
    “Shit. I’m sorry.” I hold my hands up. “Let me make it up to you.”
    “I can buy my own game ticket.” She smirks.
    Oh, she’s hilarious.
    I step toward her and push some hair behind her ear. “No, I wasn’t going to suggest that.” I match her smile. “I was going to suggest we do something. Together.”
    “Like a date?”
    “Er…”
    Her eyes widen at my hesitation.
    “I guess.”
    “No.” She spins and strolls out of the living area, leaving her sharp word echoing through the room and me wondering if she really fucking hates me that much.

    Leah’s great-aunt Ada has been staring at me all night.