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the cusp between twilight and full night.
    A shiver went through her.
    “E-e-excuse me?” she squeaked, her stupid stutter bleeding through.
    His gaze dropped to the lamb leaping up her shoulder. “Naughtygirl25, I presume?”
    No. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t be Studman500. Online dates did not turn out to be men who looked this dark, dangerous, and seriously sexy. Like a pirate or the kind of bad boy your mother warned you about. Oh no they did not.
    “Studman?”
    “In the flesh.” He grinned and her heart slammed to a halt inside her chest.
    Oh God. Why did he have to be her naughty, wicked Studman?
    “Uh…I…I…” she managed before her tongue froze and stuck to the roof of her mouth in a way it hadn’t for years and years.
    Studman raised one winged brow, hands pushed into the pockets of the black jeans that sat low on his lean hips. There was an air of barely leashed energy about him, like that of a restless lion about to pounce. It was attractive. Thrilling. “Is there a problem?”
    Yeah, there was a problem. And it was standing right in front of her. “N-no.”
    “But you are Naughtygirl25, right?”
    She wanted to say of course she wasn’t. Which was weird because there wasn’t any reason to. Not that she could anyway with the damn brooch on her shoulder, glinting in the streetlight.
    Christie tried to get her tongue working again. “Yeah.”
    “Uh-huh. Well, I must admit, you’re not quite what I expected.” His gaze began to travel down her figure, assessing her, pausing on her legs before rising back to her face again. “But that’s a good thing.”
    A good thing? Something lingered in his eyes, a flame that burned hot. Intent.
    She went still, her heart thundering. No guy had ever looked at her like that before. Like she was something delicious he wanted to eat.
    “Oh,” she said stupidly. “Why?”
    His mouth curved in a slow, sexy smile. “Because I didn’t expect you to be quite so gorgeous.”
    Christie gaped at him. Gorgeous? Had he perhaps inhaled something before meeting her? Something illegal? Guys liked her because she was a gamer. Because she didn’t zone out when they started playing their favorite Minecraft YouTube clips or talked about the number of frags in their Halo games.
    “What? I’m being inappropriate again?”
    Speak, idiot!
    “Uh…n-no. I just…just…” She stopped, flushing.
    “You just?” he prompted.
    “N-nothing.”
    His smile deepened. “So do I get to find out why you took one look at me and ran out?”
    Ah. Yes, her frightened-rabbit exit. She shifted on her feet, heels giving a dangerous wobble. “I…it was just…I had to leave.” Lame. So lame.
    He waited for her to elaborate and when she didn’t, prompted, “Leave for….?”
    “Uh, urgent…um…women’s problems.” Oh dear God. Had she really just said that? Was she insane?
    But Studman or whoever he was only laughed, the sound of it making her feel good. In the same way licking melted chocolate from a spoon made her feel good. Hot and sweet, and very, very naughty.
    “Urgent women’s problems, huh? And here I was thinking it was because you didn’t find me attractive enough.”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    His lazy sensual smile went straight to her head like a glass of expensive champagne. “Perhaps. But chemistry is a tricky thing.”
    “Chemistry?”
    “Yeah, chemistry. We had it online but I wasn’t sure we’d have it in real life.”
    “A-and do we?”
    His gaze traveled down over the stretchy black dress again before returning to her face, making something way down inside her feel hot and restless and needy. “Oh yeah,” he murmured. “I think we do. Don’t you?”
    He seemed to want an answer from her, but the look in his eyes had made her brain decide to take a vacation and she had no idea what to say.
    Naughtygirl would know.
    The thought hit her like an electric shock.
    Yes. Naughtygirl would know. And this was kind of like being online, wasn’t