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inner thigh, he hesitated. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, but he needed to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting from him—hot sex. Nothing more, nothing less. And it wouldn’t be in the fucking foyer, either. It would be in a bed this time. “Do you want me to stop, Red?”
    “No,” she moaned, her voice soft and breathy, and moved against him. “God, no .”
    “Fucking A,” he growled.
    He moved to slip his fingers inside her panties, eager to feel her wetness against him before he led them both upstairs to his room. But just as he was about to touch heaven…she stiffened in his arms. A door opened and a voice echoed in the empty hallway.
    She smacked his arm. “Put me down. Your mom’s coming.”
    Nothing like the mention of his mother to sour the mood. He pulled back and lowered her to her feet, helping her smooth the skirt over her thighs. Once she stood on her own, he dropped his hands to his side and stepped back. He couldn’t stop staring. She was fucking perfect, with her flushed cheeks and swollen lips and messed-up hair. “This isn’t over.”
    She pressed her fingers against her lips and looked at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, it is. This wasn’t on my list.”
    “Your list? What list?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Christine, I—”
    “Tyler? Is that you?” his mom called out, her voice creeping closer.
    Cursing inwardly, he turned and greeted the interruption with a false smile. “Yeah, Mom. Over here.”
    He looked over his shoulder at Christine as he walked away. She stood there watching him, still looking as kissable as she had before he’d touched her. The whole time he chatted with his mom, he could think of nothing more than ending the conversation so he could finish what he’d started with Christine. The second she headed back inside the bar—with his assurances he would soon follow—he turned back to Christine. “Okay. What list were you—?”
    She was gone.
    Not again. Why were they always running from each other? His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out. It was from a number he didn’t recognize. He swiped his finger across the screen and scanned it.
    That was a mistake and won’t be happening again. I suggest we keep our distance from each other from now on. All my love…to your parents. —Christine
    His fingers tightened on his phone. How did you get this number?
    I’m a journalist. I can get anything, anywhere. But I’m going to bed. I find myself suddenly exhausted. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. It was…kind of fun, I guess.
    He rolled his eyes. Bullshit. Pure and complete bullshit. Three more seconds and you would have been screaming my name while you came, and you know it.
    No. I don’t.
    She was in denial if she thought she could convince him he hadn’t turned her on just now. He knew the signs of arousal when he saw them. Flared pupils. Soaring pulse. Short breaths. They’d all been there.
    She was playing hard to get, plain and simple. She had a plan. Probably that list she’d mentioned. Knowing her, she’d laid out every step of her seduction plan, or something else she’d investigated perfectly before he arrived.
    Question was, did she really want to get caught?
    He slid his phone back into his pocket without replying to her last text, adjusted his pants—which were now way too tight—and headed back into the lounge. He’d played a few games of seduction a time or two himself, and now?
    He had a plan of his own.

Chapter Five
    The next afternoon, Christine slammed the flowers that Julie had assigned to her into the vase on the table, muttering under her breath. She was in Spago helping Julie get ready for the event tonight, and her mood was sour. After her kiss-and-run play she’d pulled on Tyler last night, he should have come pounding on her door. Or he should have at least replied to her teasing text, for the love of God. Begged for her to come back down with him so they could talk. Something. Anything. But