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resulting fight
had been a draw, perhaps because he hadn’t really wanted to hurt
her, though he had a sneaking suspicion she, too, had been holding
back merely wanting to test him. He grinned at the memory and shook
his head. Yeah, Samantha was something different.
    A banging on
the door brought him out of his reverie and he realized he’d
showered on autopilot. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he made
his way to the door and opened it only to be greeted by his new
employer’s glowering face.
    “Are you
drunk?” She spoke bluntly, eschewing all the normal social niceties
and barely gracing him with a glance before staring around the
room.
    Damien raised
his eyebrows in surprise at her tone, then followed the direction
of her gaze. The empty whiskey bottles lay on the floor by the
chair in which he’d spent most of the night. “And good morning to
you, too. No, I’m not drunk, only pleasantly numb.”
    “Good. We
don’t have time to waste waiting for you to sober up. If you’re
going to drink, do it on your own time.”
    “And when is
my own time?” He leaned his hip against the nearby dresser and
folded his arms over his chest.
    “Whenever I
say.” She flicked her eyes over his mostly naked body, showing no
signs of embarrassment. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs in the
kitchen. We’ll talk while you eat.” Without further ado, she turned
on her heel and left.
    Damien
straightened and pushed the door shut fighting to keep an
unfamiliar grin from his face. God, she was a spitfire. And cool,
too. He had no false modesty over his appearance. It was a
well-documented fact that women still swooned over him, but she
hadn’t even batted an eye.
    Drying himself
off, he dressed and made his way to the kitchen at a leisurely pace
despite the fact that he knew she meant for him to haul ass.
Samantha Harper could bark orders all she wanted. He’d obey only
when it suited him. And right now, it suited him to piss her
off.
     
    Sam tried to
stop herself from drumming her fingers on the table top, but dammit
how long did it take the man to get dressed in the morning? He was
supposed to be a rogue, not some ‘pretty boy’ who styled his hair
before he left his room.
    She took
another sip of coffee and reined in her temper. It could be he was
testing her, trying to get under her skin. A rogue would do that.
Well, she’d been in charge here too long for tactics like that to
work.
    Purposely, she
assumed a leisurely posture; leaning back and propping her booted
feet up on the chair beside her. She didn’t usually wear her boots
around the house, but felt she needed the extra height to make a
point with Dante. From what she’d heard, he was an arrogant pain in
the ass, but that’s what she needed. Someone who exuded confidence,
someone who would keep Sinclair off-kilter. With any luck she’d be
able to bluff her way out of this whole stupid take-over scenario
and avoid an outright fight.
    Finally, she
heard the sound of Dante coming down the stairs.
    “Kitchen’s
back here,” she called out to ensure he didn’t start wandering
around before she laid down the law. Start as you mean to
continue.
    The man
sauntered into the room as if he had nothing to do for the entire
day. He nodded at her, searched the cupboards looking for a mug and
then poured some coffee. Still not speaking, he found milk in the
fridge and added a splash to his cup, then grabbed a muffin from a
plate on the counter.
    Sam watched
his progress. God, his body was gorgeous. She’d had a lovely view
of it in his room. He’d still been wet from the shower. It had
taken all her willpower not to allow her gaze to follow the tracks
of the water droplets as they trailed down his muscular chest and
abs before disappearing beneath the towel slung low around his
waist. Now he was suitably clothed, but he was just as impressive
to look at. The plain white t-shirt he wore clung to his torso,
while his well-worn denims showcased his long legs and lean