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considering the ass I just made of myself.
    “Did you find the place okay?” I hold open the door
and motion for her to come in.
    She lowers her head in an attempt to hide her face
with her hair. She doesn’t move fast enough, and I see a faint
blush kiss her cheeks as she moves past me. The same blush that had
me tenting my boxers all night.
    “Yes, thank you.” Her eyes go wide as we walk into
the living room. “Oh, Jonah, your home is beautiful.”
    My pulse quickens at the breathy way she said my
name.
    Her head tilts as she peeks around the corner into
the kitchen. “Looks like fighting pays well.”
    Ah-ha! There it is.
    “You know who I am.” Not a question.
    “Of course, I do.” Her eyes roll to the ceiling then
fix on mine. “You’re ‘The Assassin’.” She says my fighting name in
an exaggerated announcer’s voice.
    Girls don’t usually tease me. And they hardly ever
look me in the eye. I try hard not to smile, but her easygoing
nature is infectious.
    “You’re a local hero.”
    My nose wrinkles at her overestimation of my status.
“I don’t know about hero.” My lips turn up in a half smile.
“Wouldn’t I need a cape for that?”
    A cape? Smooth. This girl makes me feel like
a love-sick schoolboy without even trying.
    She quirks her lips and narrows her eyes in a way
most women reserve for the bedroom. “Well, this is Las Vegas,
Jonah.”
    God, my name sounds good on her lips.
    “In the City of Sin, we can use all the good guys we
can get, cape or not.”
    She obviously doesn’t know my reputation. Many names
have shadowed Jonah Slade, but good guy isn’t one of them. Usually
I would think she was just trying to flatter me, but there’s a
sincerity in her eyes that steals my breath.
    I stare into their blue-green depths. Her thick dark
lashes flutter before her gaze drops to my lips. I swallow hard,
resisting the urge to show her exactly what I could do to her with
my mouth. Blood races in my veins, shooting south with a
vengeance.
    “Is everything okay?”
    No, everything is absolutely not okay.
    “Yeah, of course.” I force myself to turn away from
her piercing gaze. One more second locked in those eyes would have
me worshipping at her feet, begging for just the tiniest taste of
her perfect mouth.
    I need to pull my shit together, and fast.
    As much as my body craves her, I can’t seduce this
girl. Sleeping with her will no doubt work her out of my system.
But she’ll most likely get clingy and annoying like all the others.
Something deep down whispers that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Having a girl like this begging at my door might be fun. I shake
off the visual of Raven’s begging on her knees . . .
    The resulting groan has Raven’s narrowed eyes on
mine. No, I can do this. She’s here to help me restore my car.
Surely I can handle being around her without throwing her to the
floor and ravishing every inch of her beautiful body. Or at least,
that’s what I tell myself.
    ~*~
    Raven
    “How about a tour?”
    Yes, please. Anything to distract me from his
eyes. They’re hazel, but not like any hazel I’ve ever seen. The
brown is so light I can make out shards of deep green toward the
pupils. The dramatic contrast makes it hard not to stare. “That’d
be great.”
    It’s taking everything I’ve got to keep my voice
level and my hands from shaking. Even my grin feels off. My only
hope is that he’s used to people being nervous around him and
doesn’t notice that I’m about to jump out of my skin.
    While he gives me a guided tour of his home, I take
an unguided tour of his body. As extraordinary as his house is, my
gaze is repeatedly drawn back to him. His towering frame is even
taller than I remember. His thick arms are round in all the right
places: t-shirt sleeves pulled taut around his biceps. As if it
were sculpted from marble, his body is all muscle cuts and hard
edges. His smooth sun-tanned skin is without blemish, except for
the glorious bursts of colors that