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couldn’t help the fact that she was his latest assignment.
    The memory of the terror of the attack faded from her face. He had given her something else to think about. Her expression had changed to cautious and maybe even somewhat doubting as she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. The thick dark lashes blinked slowly as she looked up at him. “You think I’m hot?”
    It was a question. She knew she was okay to look at. People didn’t run screaming from her approach but “hot” just wasn’t in her vocabulary. She was a practical person and didn’t dwell on looks or too much primping. She understood the need to be properly presented but she was not obsessed about how she looked.
    “Honey, any guy with a pulse would think you’re hot.” There, he had said it. She immediately started subtly chewing her top lip, considering his words. He was enjoying this slow discovery of conversation. He was giving her plenty of time to think over her answers. He was also getting some really good intel on how she reacted to things and the subtle frequency and scent cues she was letting off as her moods and thoughts changed.
    After some deliberation, she responded a little flirtatiously. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    “Why, thank you, ma’am,” he immediately answered, changing the tempo of the conversation once again.
    He added a big open smile that just about had her heart jumping out of her chest. Wow! This guy was more potent than global warming!
    “Want to get out of here?”
    “What do you mean?” she asked suspiciously.
    “What I mean is you and I get up, walk out of here, and head somewhere else. The option of that somewhere else is up to you. We can either head home to your place or we can head back to mine.”
    At the suggestion, Rihanna’s heart began to race again. Her thoughts turned to hot steamy bedroom scenes at his open suggestion of heading out.
    God, she was sooo tempted.
    She could barely remember the last time she had been remotely interested in anyone. It had been so long since she had been intimate with anyone, for that matter, let alone a guy that was this hot and clearly interested in her. That’s when it dawned on her. He was obviously a highly popular and famous musician. Girls would throw themself at him all the time. He was just expecting her to be his next easy conquest. She started to pull away out of his relaxed hold. He immediately stiffened but let her move away.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” When he said nothing, she raced on, “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression but I don’t do one-night stands.” Instead of the irritation she expected, he laughed at her. His laugh was as easy to listen to as his voice but still, she didn’t appreciate being laughed at. She raised her chin a little haughtily and glared at him.
    Unperturbed by her sharp glare, Bray smoothly sailed on. “That’s great because neither do I. One-night stands are an occupational hazard and one that the whole band has a no-go policy on.” As he expected, that sparked her curiosity; he swore he could see the cogs turning in her head, dissecting his latest disclosure.
    “What do you mean by an occupational hazard?” she asked.
    “Well, the opportunity for bad media is just too great if we go jumping into bed with women we don’t know. The guys have worked too hard for success and just don’t need that kind of media storm hassle in their lives.” That made sense. She also respected his honesty and the fact that the band clearly had well-thought through policies and obviously respected one another. This was good. It appealed to her logical side. It made good business sense and demonstrated a clear sense of loyalty. All traits she admired in others and expected in herself.
    “So I’m offering to see you home safely and I’d also like to get to know you better,” he continued.
    That did sound good. He had said that sex was off the table for tonight, so she didn’t have to