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stocked mini bar and grabbed a beer.
    Nutty? Here she was admiring his muscles and he called her names. That’s it. The last straw. “How dare you? In a few hours I’ve had a naked intruder and my house blown up—not to mention being dragged without any consultation to a casino. You might be an ax murderer. And you can’t even offer me a beer? Well, go to hell.”
    She marched over to Eric and swiped the beer out of his hand, raising it to her mouth before taking a long swallow.
    A dribble of beer drizzled out of the corner of her mouth and down the side of her throat. She let it go. Take that, you ass . Missy smirked, toasted him with his own beer and wondered what he’d do next.
    She didn’t have to wonder long. He turned and took six steps toward her before pausing and dragging in a deep breath.
    “I’m sorry your computer and half your house exploded, but I didn’t put the bomb there. However, I was there, naked, watching you enjoy your writing and I did save your shapely ass from frying. Pardon me if I don’t seem too concerned about consulting you when I’m busy doing the saving thing.”
    The words tumbled from his mouth in a soft purr. Missy swallowed the lump that appeared by magic when he’d mentioned her butt and naked in the same breath. She’d wanted a reaction. Feminine satisfaction cartwheeled inside at the image of this strong, erotic man stalking her. But on second thoughts, Eric might be a bit harder to handle than she’d thought.
    His eyes narrowed and his teeth were bared.
    Missy may have bitten off more than she could chew. Time to backtrack. A sense of self-preservation had her backing up a few paces.
    Whatever he’d planned, Missy didn’t want to know. Maybe ignorance was bliss.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Was this woman on drugs? Hadn’t he saved her from a towering inferno of a computer? Hadn’t his head been sideswiped by a bust of his boss, Apollo, the God in charge of the Muses? Did Eric complain about Workers’ Compensation for an injury on the job? No, all he’d done was save her and she bitched about lack of consultation. Eric considered leaving until he cooled down.
    On the other hand, he could tie her to the bed and inspire her. He did have a job to finish here and until she completed the book or released him, she had a Muse of erotic inspiration. What better way than hands-on experience?
    Eric felt like a large predator when her body quivered. He grinned savagely as she twisted to the side and took off for the back of the suite, bolting for exactly where he wanted her to go—the bedroom.
    The scent of smoke perfumed the air as he followed her. Stalked her. Projected a sense of menace. He wanted her off center, the way he’d been since watching her touch herself in front of him. He pushed the closed door open and moved into the bedroom. He paused and stared at her. His mouth twitched and he forced himself to stifle his laughter. Missy stood next to the bed brandishing a lamp at him.
    “I’m sorry, Eric. You got me out of the house, but aren’t you behaving a tinge psychotic? I haven’t met you before. You might be an escaped mental patient for all I know.”
    “Have you any idea how turned on I was when I saw you touching yourself? When you stroked your fingers in and out? Hell, even what you wrote on that damn computer.”
    “I had no clue you were there. Well, I thought I saw someone, but figured it was my imagination. I assumed no one was there when I…er…”
    He raised his eyebrows. “When you came, Missy?”
    Her pulse pounded a visible beat at the base of her throat. It wasn’t just anger moving her. He saw how dilated her pupils were, her hard nipples pebbled under her shirt. Their games were getting to both of them. He was rock hard and liable to stay that way until he found relief.
    Eric wanted to sink his teeth into her and bite until she howled. He wanted to taste her. Thrust his tongue deep into her core. Draw her clit into his mouth and apply