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slim arms, reached those amazing eyes and read utter disdain and the message, back off .
    Ah well, the timing for this little chat might have been better.
    And he wondered if it had been a mistake to bring her to his suite?
    But what he had to say to her needed privacy.
     
    Rafe took another breath and dived right in.
    ‘Where were you last night?’ he said in a hoarse voice, cleared his throat.
    ‘Lou’s.’
    ‘Sorry?’
    ‘Louise O’Brien,’ she said, watching him with a wary eye.
    Rafe determinedly ignored the flood of relief that she hadn’t been with a man.
    ‘Why didn’t you tell Samson?’
    Silence.
    He counted slowly to five before she shrugged a lean shoulder.
    ‘I’ve resigned from the company. I don’t need or want a babysitter.’
    ‘No choice, princess.’ Her mouth opened and he interrupted, ‘You know me. Am I a man who takes no for an answer?’
    ‘You know me. Am I a woman who gives a shit?’
    ‘Mouth. Wash. Soap.’
    ‘Get. A. Life.’
    ‘We could go on like this all day. But it’s boring.’
    ‘Yep. You said it, big boy, not me.’
    Her chin bumped up again and those blue eyes went like ice.
    The urge to toss her over his knee and paddle her ass until it burned warred with the need to kiss some fucking common sense into her.
     
    In the end he did neither.
    Instead he pulled up a chair, sat in front of her.
    Their knees were almost touching and he felt the tension in the atmosphere between them grow too thick.
    She swallowed and he wished to God she would look at him properly.
    What had happened to the sweet teenager with the naughty grin and big eyes?
    He told himself to be nice, to reason with her.
    ‘I know we’ve not exactly been friends. But you know the rules, Coco.’
    He reached out and lifting her chin with a long finger he felt the familiar jolt of attraction.
    By the dilation of the pupils on those fabulous eyes so did she.
    Coco jerked away from his touch.
    She rose.
    Rafe mirrored the move.
    They stood breast to chest.
    He caught a flicker of fear in her eyes and frowned wondering what she was afraid of.
    ‘If anything were to happen to you, it would kill your father.’ Rafe placed his hands gently on her shoulders, felt her breath hitch. ‘You know that you can come to me at any time.’
    Coco couldn’t believe it.
    Was he for real?
    Not in this lifetime.
    And he was standing too close.
    The scent of his cologne was turning her brain to a static mess; it mingled with something that was pure male testosterone.
    God, he smelt fantastic.
    She couldn’t think when he touched her.
    Her nipples were so tight they actually hurt.
    But that was nothing compared to the slick ache, the heat, between her thighs.
    He needed to let her go before she made a complete fool of herself.
    She reached up, patted his firm jaw and realised almost immediately she’d made a fatal mistake when her heart rate kicked.
    ‘I don’t know what’s got into you, Rafael.’ Her fingers felt magnetised to his smooth tanned skin. Coco wondered dimly if she imagined the tiny sparks of electricity between them. She cleared her throat, ordered herself to calm the hell down. ‘Don’t you worry your little head about me. I can take care of myself.’
    The hiss of his exhale told her he felt it too, this attraction or whatever it was.
    However, she also knew he would do absolutely nothing about it.
    Her eyes met his and she read too much temper in his dark gaze.
    Now this was more like it.
    Nice Rafe was spooky.
    Nasty Rafe she could handle.
    He gripped her upper arms and pulled her to him.
    Tension revealing itself by the tic next to his cheek.
    She couldn’t take her eyes from his mouth.
    It was a mouth made for kissing.
    ‘Kiss me,’ he demanded plucking the thought right out of her head. ‘Let’s see what might be between us.’ His deep voice went low, throaty, with arousal.
    She wanted to kiss him so very badly and the siren call of temptation sang through her veins. But she knew