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face into her hair and
inhaled. Damn. He was hooked.
    He lay holding her tightly until he
heard her breathing start to slow. “Nix?” he finally asked quietly. “There
isn’t some getaway car waiting for you outside, is there?” He made it sound
like a joke, but he was curious.
    “No,” she responded with a tired
mumble.
    He smiled. He couldn’t help it.
“Good,” he whispered, feeling relief flood through him. This felt so perfect,
so right. Nick only prayed that she wasn’t playing him.

Chapter Three
     
    Nixie woke up alone and naked in a
strange bed…in a strange room…in a strange house. It took her half a minute to
remember where she was. “Oh, shit,” she breathed in apprehension. Looking
around, she panicked when she discovered her clothes were missing. Great. No
graceful exit here.
    Sitting up, she followed her ears
to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. The door was wide open and she could
hear the shower running. If she was going to get her clothing back, Nixie
needed to talk to the man of the house. The scrumptious, sex fiendish man of
the house. She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. That wasn’t going
to help her.
    She briefly thought about snatching
a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his dresser. She could be gone before he
even got out of the shower, but she also scrapped that idea. Stealing the man’s
clothes was not a good way to prove she had no intentions of robbing him. Like
it or not, she was going to have to face him.
    With a determined look on her face,
she climbed out of bed and marched to the bathroom. She rapped on the open
door. “Nick?” Her eyes scanned the room and she had to fight to keep her jaw
from dropping. It looked like he’d spent more money decorating his bathroom
than she had on her entire apartment.
    While she was still gawking at what
class he possessed, Nick leaned his head out of the shower. “Oh, good. You’re
up.” And with that, he disappeared again.
    When he leaned out, Nixie yelped
and jumped to the side. Her hip banged against his dresser and tipped over a
photo. She quickly fumbled to straighten it, giving the shower door a dirty
look. Cripes. She was naked. What was he thinking, leaning out and looking at
her?  
    With a groan, she rolled her eyes.
Last night, he’d explored every inch of her anatomy. Hiding at this point was
just childish. Setting her shoulders, she marched to the shower and knocked on
the glass door. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded.
    The shower door opened again and
Nick peered out at her. “Get in,” he finally said after silently eyeing her.
    Nixie stared at him as if he’d
grown a second head. “What?”
    “I’m having trouble hearing you
over the water. If you want to talk, get in instead of freezing that cute
little ass off.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “How do you
know if I’m freezing?”
    Nick reached out and gently pinched
one of her nipples. “Your nipples are hard,” he said with a laugh.
    Nixie slapped his hand away but
felt an undeniable tug of excitement in her belly. She stared at him
thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Are you serious?”
    Nick gave a casual shrug. “Why not?
You can say what you need to say and we can both get clean in the process.”
    Nixie hesitated for a moment. He
made so much sense. Damn it. Finally, she grumbled. “Fuck it. Why not?” With
that, she unclipped the necklace, put it on the counter, and climbed into the
shower, nudging him out of the spray of the water.
    Nick gave a chuckle as she
monopolized the space below the showerhead. “Shares well with others,” he
commented teasingly. “And has the vocabulary of a true lady.”
    Nixie couldn’t help but grin. “No
shit,” she said with a giggle. After a pause, she added, “Hand me the shampoo.”
    He did as she asked, holding the
bottle out.
    Nixie eyed the fancy bottle
suspiciously. “You probably spent more on your shampoo than I did my car.”
    Nick gave her a sly grin.
“Probably.”