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perfect. But if this room doesn't meet spec, we do it again. Meaning I do it again, since you obviously can't. So get back to work, and try not to do such a shitty job this time."
    Harsh, I know, but this girl isn't from my world, and it will all be easier if I let her see what a dick I can be and how completely wrong we are for each other, no questions . Next session, she'll be the one who requests we don't work together, I'll get the work done twice as fast, and I can go back to life as usual, without ridiculous thoughts of this sexy, out-of-my-league girl clogging up my brain.
    That perfect mouth is hanging open, her cool blue eyes are totally round, and her breathing is so erratic, I can see her chest ris e and fall. The urge to yank her over to me is strong as hell, but I put a lid on it and get back to business, determined to do my job and ignore her as much as I can for the next few hours.
    My ears register the whip and spatter a few seconds before my skin feels it. I reach one hand to the back of my neck, and my fingers are coated in light blue paint that's leaking in a slow line down my back and pooling at the waistband of my boxers. Paintbrush fisted in her hand, eyes hurling me a dare I can't resist, this girl is upping the stakes quick.
    "What the hell do you think you're doing?" My voice is soft and smooth, and I hope she doesn't take that to mean I'm above getting her wise ass back for throwing paint at me.
    "Putting you in your place. Were you raised in a barn? Where I come from, men don't talk to women the way you just talked to me." She points at me with the paintbrush. "You know what's really hysterical? That day in court, it was your good manners that made me like you."
    I can instantly tell she regrets going that far by the way she bites her bottom lip and darts her eyes to the side.
    "I'm to the point, and I'm not gonna apologize for telling you the truth, especially when it affects how long I'll be in this hell hole. By the way, I have very good manners. But I only use them when I need them."
    I pick up the roller and nonchalantly walk her way. She backs u p one step, two. "And I only need them around people who earn them, not snotty spoiled brats who expect everyone to worship at their thrones."
    She holds her small hands up and her scowl deepens.
    "Don't. You. Dare."
    Her eyes flip to the roller in my hand, and she turns to run the few feet she can away from me. I take aim and smack the roller right against the sexy curve of her ass, leaving the entire seat coated in baby blue paint.
    She whirls on one heel, eyes ethanol-flame blue, and I expect more paint flicked my way, but she smiles at me instead.
    "Thank you, Winchester. You're right. I do need to cut in closer to the ceiling."
    I nod and back up, finally sensing the presence of someone else in the doorway. I'm pissed I was so preoccupied with her, I didn't keep my guard up.
    "What's going on in here?" The female officer who checked us in narrows her eyes at me. "Everything okay?"
    She directs the question right at Evan, and she doesn't care if I catch her implication...which is 'is he messing with you?'
    I can guess exactly how much those designer jeans I just ruined cost, and I'm getting ready to have my ass thrown under a speeding bus all because I let myself act like an idiot. Not that I don't deserve it. Just because I have a thing for her I don't want to own up to , doesn't mean I have to provoke her like I did. But that's the thing: this girl makes me lose control, and losin g control isn't an option .
    "Everything is fine." Her smile is bright and toothy, the kind of smile that commercial producers would kill for. That smile could sell huge amounts of shampoo or toothpaste or cans of lentil soup; it's that hot.
    When the officer looks directly at the paint on her ass, Evan giggles. "I sat in paint. I'm such a klutz. Luckily Winchester has been helping me out, so I'm not making a total mess of things."
    There's a long couple of seconds when