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devil. He’d thrown his shirt to the crowd of bidding women, and now he was apparently too proud to go back inside to look for something to wear. The FBI agent was left with no choice but to go home half-naked.
    Her smile deepened into a grin.
    She’d get him.
    She’d seal the seduction tomorrow, on their date.
    This was just phase one, she told herself. She’d done her reconnaissance, and gotten him here—playing it smart, staging the event away from the Grand Hotel and Casino and keeping her own name off the event ticket.
    Enlisting Cassie to approach Lex’s partner, Rita Perez, at thegym where Rita gave martial arts classes two evenings a week had been the coup de grâce.
    Yeah, the date itself would be phase two. And once she was done there, he’d be pure, warm putty in her hands. And that thought sent a hot little tingling zing of anticipation through her belly. She exhaled, pressing her hand against her stomach as she watched the glass revolving door spew him out into the hot desert night. The valet rushed over to him, called for his car.
    As Lex passed by on the other side of the big glass windows making his way toward his black SUV he glanced up, caught her watching and scowled.
    She smiled sweetly and gave a little wave.
    Then she spun on her four-inch heels and sashayed back toward the pulsing Ruby Room. But as she pulled open the doors, she bumped into Cassie coming out.
    “Uh-oh,” Cassie said the minute she saw her friend. “You have that look.”
    “What look?”
    Cassie glanced over Jenna’s shoulder, saw the shirtless cop through the windows getting into his SUV. “Oh, come on, Jenna. Why do you want him so bad, when you could have any one of the guys back there?”
    Jenna didn’t answer for a minute.
    “Ah, wait, I get it.” Cassie’s disarming chuckle bubbled up from her chest. “It’s because he’s immune to the infamous Jenna Rothchild charm, is that it? He doesn’t want you. Because he can see right through you, girlfriend.”
    Jenna laughed, making light of it while she said goodbye to her friend. But Cassie’s words left a niggling coolness inside her. Maybe Cass was right.
    Maybe Lex did see right through her. And he saw there was nothing inside. Nothing under the money and superficial glitz.
    Jenna wasn’t sure how to handle this idea. It made her feelmore than just a little bit vulnerable—it made her feel worthless. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Lex Duncan had nailed the game advantage and she hadn’t won after all.
     
    Lex was greeted by a chorus of adult males making the yipping sounds of a small dog as he walked into the bullpen at the FBI’s Las Vegas field office Friday, the next morning.
    He glanced at Rita Perez. “What the hell is going on here?”
    “She has one of those little purse pooches,” Perez said as Lex removed his jacket.
    “What are you talking about?”
    Perez slapped a copy of the Las Vegas Sun on Lex’s desk. “You and it-girl. ” She folded her arms across her chest, looking too damn smug for her own Latina good. Lex glanced down and saw the photo he knew he would. The one that showed him half-naked, gleaming with perspiration and kissing the Vegas heiress who was also the youngest sister of his homicide case victim.
    He swore under his breath.
    More yips taunted him.
    “What’s a purse pooch anyway?” he said, glaring at the press photo, growing hot under his collar.
    “One of those little it-girl dogs, you know? The kind that cost several grand and fit right inside a designer purse. Look—” Perez flipped the paper open to page four, tapped the page annoyingly with her finger. “There. A file photo of your casino princess on a little shopping spree with her pooch and daddy’s money, no doubt. Note—” said Perez, bending forward for emphasis “—that the purse matches Rothchild’s outfit, as does that cute little bow in the dog’s hair.”
    “What the hell kind of dog is that anyway…look at it’s teeth. It’s got an underbite