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belly and chest, but her fingertips, her knees, her toes —she was blushing everywhere. The man was outrageous—and what was more, he pulled the hitherto undiscovered outrageous thread running deep within her.
    â€˜You know you owe me a jacket.’ He upped the intensity of his focus as if he knew damn well he had her already.
    Her hormones sizzled into high gear and her tongue loosened completely. Her self-restraint unravelled with it. ‘Well, you owe me an apology.’
    â€˜For kissing you?’ His chin lifted defiantly. ‘Never going to be sorry for that.’
    Her innards flamed; fortunately her mouth kept working. ‘No, for your insulting insinuations before that.’
    â€˜Oh, those,’ he said flippantly. ‘Sure, I’m sorry.’
    Lena took in his devilish, gleaming blue eyes and his wolfish, un apologetic smile. So assured, so confident, sosexy. Intent rippled from him and sent a wild surge of insanity pulsing through her. It carried her so far away she didn’t stop to think. ‘No, that’s not good enough,’ she sassed back at him, tumbling beyond her boundaries. ‘You can do it properly over dinner.’
    Seth froze to replay her words in his head. Had she just said what he thought? ‘Over dinner?’
    â€˜I prefer a home-cooked meal.’
    Seth clamped his teeth to stop his jaw dropping. The rest of his body was still shut down. Well, almost his entire body. Satisfaction slammed into every cell—the ‘untouchable’ had just ordered him to take her to dinner. At home.
    For a moment she looked as if she couldn’t believe what she’d said, either, but she blinked and then held his gaze with unmistakable challenge in her pale green eyes. Her brows lifted—as if she was waiting for him to rise to it.
    Hell, yes, he was rising. He struggled to get his slain brain to operate. It took at least three endless seconds before he got a useful phrase together. ‘When can you get out of here?’
    The rosy pink across her cheekbones deepened. ‘You can pick me up from Exit Four at 6:00 p.m.’
    â€˜Exit Four,’ he repeated blankly. Then it clicked—of the stadium, of course. ‘Right.’
    He was so close now they were nearly touching. Powerless to resist, he breathed in a good look at her body again. Her curves beneath the elegant dress beckoned, his hands itched to undo the buttons. He noticed the slight shake of her fingers before she curled them into fists and when he looked back to her face he saw how her eyes had widened.
    It wasn’t fear. He’d seen plenty of fear in his opponents. But in Lena he saw heat deepening, darkening her green irises. Primitive pleasure flooded as the tide of power turned towards him. He forgot why he was here. He forgot all aboutthe boys and the disaster that had killed their programme for next week. All that mattered was tightening the knot on this tryst.
    â€˜Any other requests—are you vegetarian or anything?’ he asked. Now he could feel her trembling all over, but she didn’t try to step back. He liked that about her.
    Her chin lifted, despite the hitch in her breathing, as well. ‘I like…very fresh—’ she snuck a breath ‘—food.’
    A wave of tension hit Seth, so extreme he was unable to do anything; even forcing a swallow hurt.
    The woman wanted fresh.
    He stared. There wasn’t a single freckle on her smooth skin, something totally rare in this sun-struck country. It made him think of succulent berries and rich cream and he wanted to taste every inch of what she might offer. He wanted her to offer it all.
    Her light green eyes lanced through him—suggestive and serious and summoning. She’d snatched the lead. When she’d started chattering nonstop about the team and not looking him in the eye he’d thought he was going to have to hunt hard and he’d started to, but all of a sudden she’d