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beneath her full lips. He definitely loved the way she looked, and more than that, he loved that she had been watching him for the better part of half an hour.
    “I hope you’re not lost,” he said coolly, holding her gaze with his as he smiled and spoke in a low voice, “but if you are, I’ll be glad to help you find your way.”
    Lisa knew right off that he was a cocky flirt. She had seen his type so many times, especially in her line of work, and his show of testosterone driven bravado was completely unimpressive to her. “Hi, I’m Lisa. May I ask your name?”
    He tilted his head, regarding her for a moment. He felt that her tough exterior wasn’t there for show. Nodding, he extended his hand to her, partly to be polite, and partly because he wanted to touch her and discover what her skin felt like to his fingertips.
    She shook his hand and he answered her, his smile broadening. “I’m Jake.” Her hand was soft; as soft as satin, and he found himself wondering if she felt that soft everywhere. “Did you like what you saw today?” he asked, grinning confidently. She hadn’t stood there for so long watching him because she didn’t like it.
    She gave him a half shrug. “It was alright. What kind of fighting do you normally do?”
    Jake blinked. What did she mean, it was alright? Granted, it wasn’t as tough as he could get, and she hadn’t seen him at his best, but it should be more than just alright. “I street fight,” he answered, subconsciously flexing his shoulders, arms, and chest.
    Her mouth twitched slightly as if she was a little disappointed. “There’s no money in that,” she replied seriously. She could see that Jake had some talent, and if street fighting was all that he was doing, then he was wasting his time and talent on nothing but a way to get himself hurt.
    He frowned. He’d never talked to a girl who hadn’t been thoroughly impressed with his tales of street fighting, and in fact, most of the girls he had talked to had known about him by reputation and were impressed with him before he even opened his mouth to speak to them. She was off-putting, the beautiful, strong woman standing before him, and for the first time in his life, he felt some uncertainty about what to say and how to be with a lady.
    “There is money in it…” he answered, his tone lowering somewhat. “In the betting. Pretty decent money, actually,” he said evenly, trying not to be defensive with her.
    She leveled her gaze at him. “My fighters are champions. They make bank every time they win, not to mention titles and fame. I represent one of the biggest and best dojos in the country, and I’m looking for new fighters to train and compete. I came here today to see if there were any men who might be good additions to the dojo, and to our team. I like your style and form, and I think you’d do well there.”
    Jake looked at her in surprise. He’d never have guessed it. She didn’t look like the kind of person who did what she had just told him that she did.
    “If that sounds like something you’d be interested in checking out, I’d be glad to take you there now and let you look around. If you like it, and you think you want to be on the team, you can try out.”
    Lisa paused a moment to let what she had said to him sink in before she continued.  “There’s a real future for our fighters. Many of them end up traveling the world and fighting in international competitions all over, in different countries. Most of them retire before they’re fifty because they have made enough money to do whatever they want, and several of them have opened their own dojos to teach what they’ve learned.
    Some get commercial contracts and wind up being spokesman or doing movies, some of them just retire and relax. All of our champions have done well, and are renowned in the world of martial arts and fighting. I think you have what it takes to get started in that, and I could see the possibility of a future in it for