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dangled from
it, an expensive little item that hadn’t deserved to sit in a
drawer gathering dust. She’d never got the chance to wear it for
her ex. Why, she couldn’t remember.
    Blake frowned. Didn’t that just make her
feel like a slut? God, she’d been through more men than she’d care
to admit, though she rarely had sex with them. None of them had
been long-term boyfriends. More like boy toys she hung out with on
occasion. Very rarely had she indulged sexually.
    Secretly, she didn’t like to let anyone get
too close. It scared her, letting someone in. Allowing a man to see
all her faults, share her hopes and dreams only for him to laugh at
her and tell her she was stupid. Crazy. Foolish.
    It was easier being alone. There was no
waiting around at a man’s beck and call, begging for his attention.
She got enough of that treatment from her father. And yet she
allowed Mason to do much the same on a daily basis.
    Well, he wasn’t going to be able to ignore
her any longer. He wouldn’t be able to after what she had planned.
Doubt clawed at her and she pushed it aside. She was determined to
make this happen. She needed to cling to her newfound courage and
follow through.
    Follow through on her seduction of Mason
Russell.

    * * * *

    Mason was exhausted, cranky and horny. And
not necessarily in that order.
    The long day was killing him. It was almost
midnight and he was exhausted. Yet his subject was bouncing around.
She was still up, practically every light in the large cabin
ablaze.
    He’d chosen the bedroom he stayed in so he
could keep an eye on her. Even lying in bed, he could stare out the
window and watch her. He refused to go to bed until she turned out
the lights. His grumpiness level went up a notch with every minute
that passed.
    The woman refused to go to bed. He knew
Blake could be a night owl, but this was ridiculous.
    He regretted his earlier behavior, but he’d
never admit it. The woman set him on edge every time she came
close. He didn’t know what to do with his tumultuous feelings that
bubbled just beneath the surface. It threw him, how his emotions
came into play when he was with Blake.
    Well, not necessarily emotions. More like
lusty, lurid thoughts of what he could do to her sexy body for
hours on end if given the opportunity.
    The hurt in her eyes when he’d left her
standing alone in the living room was still etched in his mind.
She’d ignored him when he’d returned to check on the place, locking
herself away in the little studio. She’d ushered him right out of
there when he’d searched it earlier. She’d been short, upset and
he’d been rude and abrupt. He was sorry, but he didn’t plan on
apologizing.
    She’d forget. Just like he’d forget. They
always did.
    Movement caught his attention and he watched
her go from room to room, turning off the lights as she went, not
bothering to close the blinds or curtains. A fact he needed to
speak to her about tomorrow. Breathing a sigh of relief, he settled
his head deeper into the pillows, more than ready to fall
asleep.
    She entered her bedroom and went to the
dresser, her back to him. With quick, efficient movements, she
stripped, tossing off her sweater, stepping out of her jeans, until
she stood only in her underwear, a black bra and matching pair of
black, low-rise panties.
    Mason sat up, his mouth gone dry.
Anticipation rode hard through him, his exhaustion disappearing
just like that.
    He could only focus on Blake.
    She reached into an open drawer and pulled
out a nightgown, cream colored and silky. Glancing over her
shoulder, she looked his way and he was tempted to duck and hide
but he couldn’t move.
    Could she see him? He didn’t think so.
    With a flick of her fingers, the bra went
flying. He broke out in a cold sweat. Fuck, he wished she’d turn
around. Give him a look at her bare breasted. He was desperate to
see her like this. Naked and vulnerable and so fucking beautiful,
it hurt to look at her.
    Blake shimmied into the