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to fuck you.”
    If looks could kill, they say. Yeah, I’d have fifty scalpels sticking
from various body parts. I stood up before she decided she needed a little more
practice slicing and dicing. Hands on hips, she glared up at me.
    I couldn’t help another chuckle. “You are so damn hot when you’re
pissed.”
    “Oh, fuck off.” She spun, and all but ran to her front door. “I don’t
know why the hell I bothered. Not like you’d be into someone like me anyway.”
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, stalking across the
living room to tower over her.
    Little Miss In-Control’s throat bobbed as she swallowed and shrank away
from me. “You’re” —her voice wavered, and she licked her lower lip— “the
hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I’m nothing special. Tiny tits, hardly any
curves to speak of—”
    I grabbed her up in my arms and pushed her against the wall. Crushed my
mouth to hers, taking. Tasting. Fucking her mouth with my tongue.
    Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I thrust against her softness.
She gasped against my lips as I ground my hard as hell cock against her again.
“Obviously I think you’re something special,” I managed the second I found
strength to tear my mouth off hers.
    “Then fuck me.”
    Heaving for breath—and control—I tipped my forehead against hers. “No.”
    Fuckin’ hardest thing I’d ever done, I stepped back and lowered her to
her feet.
    Pain rather than pissiness filled her eyes. “I don’t understand.”
    I dug my short nails into my palms to keep from ripping the jeans off
her and taking her there against the wall. “You’re too close to completing your
residency.”
    “What does that have to do with fucking?”
    “I would hate myself if I was the reason for your less than stellar
record. Stay focused, Charlene.”
    “God.” She huffed, throwing her hands in the air. “Getting laid is not
going to ruin me.”
    “Your life goals mean too much to you for me to take the chance.” I
grabbed my coat off the rack beside the door and let myself out while she
glared at me, unmoving.
    Goddamn, I hate that I cared. Fuckin’ hated it. What happened to my
fuck ‘em and hightail-it-the-hell-outta-there attitude?
    Breathing in the cold air, I glanced at the star filled sky while
crossing the snow-covered little lawn to my walkway. No fuckin’ clue why I
cared, but I prayed to God and the Mother Mary that Charlene still wanted me in
six months, because the day she completed her residency, I planned on tying the
little lamb up and satisfying the itch she had going on between her thighs. And,
after one taste of her, I knew one night wouldn’t be damn near enough for me.
    I stepped up onto my stoop and glanced over at her front door. Damn,
determined woman. No way in hell one rejection would keep her from trying to
get what she wanted though. I’d have to be on guard.

Charlene
     
    The nerve! The fucking nerve of
that ass. I stormed back
into my living room, picked up my wine and downed it. He wanted me, I wanted
him, so what the fuck?
    “Gah!” I clenched my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. There
was nothing worse than having my plans thwarted as he called it. “Goddamnit.” I
grabbed the wine bottle and chugged a few swallows before my better judgement kicked
in.
    Five-thirty came quick—and unwanted with a wine hangover.
    Time to reassess my plan . I needed to find his weakness and swoop in
to claim my prize.
    ****
    Friday night and I actually got off work at a decent hour. I had plans
to head over to Theo’s after a quick shower, wearing nothing but an overcoat.
Oh, and shoes. Yeah. A bit nippy to go without them.
    Damn Cherokee wasn’t in his driveway when I pulled onto our street.
    My heart sagged, tugging my brow down along with it. I’d gotten myself
so worked up at work, dreaming about dropping my coat and wrapping my nakedness
around Theo. Or, falling to my knees and grabbing his cock before he could say
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