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as she scanned his groin, tracing the bulge straining the leather.
    Oh…yeah…serious package.
    “It’s Giles’s account. I just stepped in because of the timing issue.” There. At last. A perfect, professional deflection.
    Syon’s grin widened.
    “Giles is in New York. You’re here. I can’t play ‘Insatiable Craving’ without this pair pinching.”
    She had to swallow the lump forming in her throat. “Insatiable Craving” was one hot song.
    And she looked back down to find the leather straining.
    Kate’s breath froze for an instant as a bolt of excitement tore through her. “We’re not going there. I’m not measuring you.”
    He looked down at her left hand and raised one of his perfectly groomed eyebrows. “Husband?”
    “No,” she admitted. He was stripping away her defenses like a kid pulling the petals off a daisy.
    His attention returned to her face. There was a flash of determination in his eyes that made her quiver.
    “Boyfriend?” He stepped toward her. “Girlfriend?”
    She shook her head, the feeling of being overly exposed trying to drown her. “Just not going there. I’m way past the age of impulsive behavior. Got a business to run.”
    He bared his teeth again and moved in closer. “But it feels like it would be so much fun if you… came …”
    She lifted her hands to ward him off and felt ridiculous, because what she really wanted to do was grab a handful of his chest hair. He smelled male, and some part of her was insanely turned-on by it. She was ready to claw him. His eyes were slightly dilated, like he was on the edge, and it excited her wildly.
    Well, he was hard.
    And she was wet.
    “I have rules,” she sputtered. “You don’t look like the type who follows rules. So, good night. Nice to meet you and all. I doubt you’ll miss me. Giles is likely working up more wardrobe for you as we speak. You’re his premier account.”
    She expected him to recoil from the mention of rules. Instead he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to one side. “Lay ’em on me.”
    “Excuse me?” she asked.
    He flashed a grin at her. “The rules. Let’s hear them.”
    She was back to feeling like her personal space was being invaded. “I’m not interested in amusing you. I’m sure you won’t have to go far to find that sort of companionship though.”
    “I won’t,” he confirmed, his tone deeper, serious. “And I’m standing here. You have discipline. So do I.”
    Of course he did. Beneath the makeup and the lights, there had still been some serious music. No one got that good without self-control.
    “Your rules, Kate.” She was pretty sure he wasn’t asking. There was a flicker in his eyes that looked a lot more like a demand.
    Well, he’d asked for it. Part of her wanted to see what he did when she laid it down. Straight out. Her fingers were closed into fists with anticipation, her head spinning just a bit at the idea of someone like him being willing to please her.
    “No married men, no rock stars or celebrities, no drugs, no kissing on the first date, and no men still living with their parents.”
    She finished in a rush, feeling like she was trying to hold him off with a slingshot and a marshmallow instead of the well-thought-out rules she lived by. He was going to eat her ammo and lick his lips afterward.
    “I rank below drugs?” he growled. “That’s harsh. I’ve been studying guitar since I was four.”
    That was impressive. But she couldn’t say so, because then she’d be right back to thinking about getting her hands on him. He smelled hot and ultra-male.
    “It’s just that I’ve done my share of movie costumes, and rock stars and celebrities, well, they don’t really”—she found herself searching for some way to put it that wouldn’t offend him—“do relationships.”
    “I don’t do anything in half measures,” he assured her.
    “You asked,” she said, trying to swallow her disappointment. Like there had been a chance in hell