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She half expected all of her body to be crimson by now. After quite a few minutes she began to feel more normal and turned off the water.
    A knock sounded at her bedroom door as Rafe said, “Hey, Asta.”
    She wrapped a large towel around her body and opened the door. “What?”
    He leaned against the doorframe and simply stared for a moment, seeming to take all of her in with a single slow sweep of his gaze. She shivered and crossed her arms over her breasts.
    “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to take a nap.”
    Neither of them moved.
    “Rafe?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You need to move so I can close the door.”
    He grinned and caused her pulse to speed up again.
    “Oh yeah. Okay.”
    Then he turned and walked away. It took strength of will not to watch him, but she managed to close the door and lock it instead. Then she leaned her forehead against it and sighed. “Impossible.”
    The attraction between them was stupid. If only she could keep remembering that until she moved away.
    It took an hour and a half for her to give up on taking a nap. She was still too restless. Finally, she left her bed with a huff and headed to the kitchen, where Rafe soon found her.
    …
    Rafe simply looked on as she hummed and baked. Her hair had grown out since they’d met a few months ago. Now , instead of half-inch purple spikes all over her head, she sported strands a couple of inches long that went from black to purple tips. The overall look couldn’t be pulled off by many without appearing ridiculous. Asta was sexy as hell. She was temptation incarnate and he again wondered if her sudden appearance in his life wasn’t some sort of test. He growled under his breath at the thought.
    “If you’re going to be such a damn grouch, go do it somewhere else,” she said with a huff of annoyance.
    He rolled his eyes and slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans , so hopefully she wouldn’t see them clenched into fists. Why was this so damn hard for him? He’d had no problem with discipline before. Being in the same room as a desirable woman happened often to a man who acted as a human lawyer during the weekday. So why was this little demonling causing such havoc within him? He’d leave the room as she suggested but knew he’d just walk right back to her side within a few minutes…as he had the last time he’d walked away. Whatever it was about her that drew him couldn’t be denied, or pinpointed. It was driving him crazy.
    With a sigh of resignation he dropped into one of the chairs at his kitchen table and leaned his elbows on the polished wooden surface. Asta ignored him for the most part as she finished mixing chocolate chips into her cookie dough. The woman could cook, no doubt about it. Which he decided was a good thing since she’d put on a few pounds in the past weeks. When they’d met she had been muscular but too thin. The bar where she’d worked had been a busy one , but that hadn’t been the worst of it. Her demon half had begun to bleed through , and although she’d been fighting it every step of the way, she’d started arguing with the other employees almost constantly and customers had complained.
    “Why don’t you go do something?” she asked as she scooped balls of dough out of the bowl and dropped them onto a cookie sheet .
    “I’m waiting to hear from Mike . He’s got a job for me, but I don’t know what it is yet.”
    She slid the cookies into the oven then crossed her arms and leaned against the counter. While she pretended to study his kitchen décor, he made no effort not to watch her. Finally, she busied herself by cleaning. Every sway of her hips as she wiped down the counters mesmerized him. Had he ever seen a more perfect ass? Probably not. Though he instinctively wanted to help her straighten the small mess she’d made, he knew better than to try. Asta was fiercely independent and the kitchen was now her domain. He’d learned early on