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looked down at the martini glass in
my hand.
    “ Liz,” he said, and then he
sighed and tilted his head as he looked at me. “You’re not really
going to—”
    I threw the drink in his
face.
    Jackson wiped the margarita from his
eyes with one hand, and then looked at me with
irritation.
    I leaned down and he jerked back an
inch or two. I leaned in further, my smiling face so very close to
his, and then ran my index finger down the line of his square
jaw.
    He watched, his mouth slack, as I put
my finger to my lips and gently tasted what I’d taken from his
flesh.
    I moaned as if tasting something
delicious.
    I looked back to him and he was biting
his lip.
    “ I forgot how much I enjoy
those. Thanks for the reminder.”
    I turned and started walking toward the
front doors. Lance and Churchill were still standing at our table
and I waved goodbye.
    I needed out of there. I needed away
from Jackson Burk, as far away from him as possible.
    “ Liz!” Jackson called after
me, but I was already at the front doors, pushing past the
doorman.
    Once outside I gulped the city’s air as
if I hadn’t breathed in years: desperate, halting
breaths.
    I glance around. No cabs in
sight.
    I needed to get away, so I started to
run.
    I was in four inch heels, so I wasn’t
setting any land speed records.
    I heard his steps as he caught up with
me, and I felt it when he grabbed hold of my arm.
    His hand was on fire. That heat seeped
through my skin and made my blood boil on contact. I had forgotten
how his touch made me feel. It was some scary chemical reaction… or
magic.
    No… I won’t do this, not
ever again!
    I swung around in his grasp and slapped
him as hard as I could.
    He winced, but didn’t let me
go.
    I went to hit him again, but he reached
up and caught my hand in mid-air.
    He was so strong; I had
forgotten.
    I was trapped in his grasp.
    “ Let go of me!” My voice
dripped venom.
    “ You need to listen to me.”
His eyes bore into me, and my traitorous heart skipped a beat
again.
    “ I’ll scream.”
    “ And I’ll break something.”
I looked behind Jackson and found Lance standing behind him, his
perfect face a blank mask.
    Jackson glanced over his shoulder and
then back to me. “This is a private conversation.”
    Lance tsked as he sauntered nearer. “It
stopped being private the moment you grabbed hold of
her.”
    I saw Jackson’s face falter—he was
thinking about how it looked, and about how he was holding onto
me.
    He let me go and took a step
back.
    “ I’m sorry for that, but we
need to talk.”
    Lance walked up and stood beside
Jackson. “I’m Miss Hamilton’s assistant.” He handed Jackson a
business card. “You can call me tomorrow and we can discuss your
manners and any future contact you may be granted.”
    I saw the pissed off spark in Jackson’s
eyes. He turned on Lance, his nostrils flaring, and reached out to
shove him.
    Lance caught his hand and in a
heartbeat had Jackson flat on his face on the sidewalk, his
muscular arm wrenched painfully behind his back.
    I had always thought that Lance was
bragging on his résumé when he’d put that he’d won a national
championship in Aikido when he was in high school, but seeing him
lay a six foot two ex-football jock out in two seconds flat
confirmed his credentials.
    I gulped and stifled a
laugh.
    I wasn’t paying Lance nearly
enough.
    Jackson groaned as Lance manipulated
his spine with his knee.
    I winced just from how painful it
looked.
    But… as much as I wanted
Jackson Burk in pain, I said, “Lance, I don’t like seeing him in
pain like that .
Would you let him up please?”
    Lance looked up to me, his perfect
mouth pursed in question. “Are you going soft on me?”
    Good question.
    “ No, I’m still the bitch
that hired you, but I don’t want you to end up in jail.”
    Lance scoffed. “There are plenty of
surveillance cameras on this street. They’ll all show he went to
touch me first. I was just defending myself.”
    Jackson