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mouth while imprinting its essence on my soul.
    The hard length of his arousal pressed against me, and that was when I knew I needed to either kick him or break free before he was in danger of becoming more than a hated enemy.

    I shoved him as hard as I could.
    He stumbled back, chest heaving. “Why the hell did you bite me?”
    “You said you wouldn’t get turned-on!” I fired back, pointing at the front of his sweatpants.
    He smirked. “That was before you bit me. All bets are off when teeth are involved, Sunshine.”
    “Stop calling me that.” I jumped off the counter and hurried over to my purse. “So, we done? Do I pass?”
    Lex moved to stand behind me, and I could feel his body heat as he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You were right. You can kiss.”
    My eyes widened as I turned to face him. “Was that a compliment?”
    “Nope.” He drew back. “It was the truth. Truths don’t count as compliments.” He angled his head and studied me. “You really don’t know anything about guys, do you?”
    I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I should buy stock in aspirin, that’s how often I get headaches after hanging out with you.”
    He shrugged, a look of utter unconcern on his face.
    “I’m leaving. We can keep training tomorrow, all day if you want. I only have one lab in the morning, but I really need to get this homework done before then. Otherwise, I’ll be stressed about it.”

    “Great.” Lex grabbed his cell and smirked down at it.
    “So tomorrow?” I asked.
    He didn’t answer, just kept texting on his phone.
    “Lex. The skank can wait. Is tomorrow okay?”
    “Yup.” He sighed. “Also, I’m sending you the client list via e-mail. You’ll need to have it memorized. We’ll get blood work done tomorrow and make sure we get you on the pill . . .”
    “WHAT?” I roared.
    “Hah.” He tossed his phone onto the counter. “Kidding, Gabs. Geez, do you really think I’d whore you out?”
    “Yes!”
    “Don’t worry, I’d only do it if we got a really good offer.”
    “Good-bye, Lex.”
    “Later, Sunshine.”

Chapter Three
    Lex
    T here was no text.
    Just my locked screen and an imaginary message I’d been pretending to write so Gabs would get the hell out of my house.
    My plan to make her uncomfortable, to get her to back out and run away screaming, had completely backfired and gone up in lust-filled flames.
    I had expected her to bail, panic, yell. Hell, I’d half expected to need the cops to come to my rescue. Instead, she’d kissed me back.
    Damn it.
    Would it take another four years for my lips to forget what it felt like to be locked with hers?
    The minute my door slammed, I exhaled a sigh of relief. The kiss unnerved me, in a way that had my black heart mourning the loss of her sultry lips. But that’s where it stopped. Believe me, no part of me hoped that Gabs was going to be the one girl to hold my attention long enough for me to utter the word “commitment” while we skipped through the park with a damn picnic basket.

    I just wasn’t used to girls who kissed like that.
    With passion.
    I was never the kisser, I was the kissee, meaning I’d been on the receiving end of a fair share of kisses, and none of them had ever affected me with such blinding lust that the only logical thought in my overly complicated brain was sex, sex, and more sex.
    Don’t get me wrong. I thought about sex all the time, but it was always muddied by formulas, code, ideas, and laundry lists.
    Hell, I’m not even ashamed to say that the last girl I slept with helped me damn near solve world hunger. I’d been so effing bored that at one point I’m pretty sure I fell asleep.
    And even then she didn’t kick me out of bed.
    Because she was as selfish as I was. There were always a few of them in the bunch, women who used me just as much as, if not more than, I used them.
    Sex was just another formula I excelled at. And orgasm? A simple mathematical equation that