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then he broke me from my wandering thoughts by making a sudden strange, dismissive grunt, spinning on his heel, and leaving. My eyebrows practically rose into my hairline. Charming. He didn’t say another word, just left me sitting on the bed blinking at the now-closed door.
    What a man. What a turn of events. And I still didn’t know his bloody name!

THREE
    Sean
    Striding from the spare room I immediately made my way to my own bedroom just a few short, stomped steps away from where I’d left Allie. Slamming the door behind me I winced as it rattled on its hinges and stopped in the middle of the room, tipping my head back as I drew in a long, deep breath to try and clear my head. There was something about that woman that had immediately got under my skin, and I didn’t like it one bit. Some unexpected, unknown frisson had occurred inside me the moment I’d laid eyes on her in the lounge, drawing me to her even though she was a complete stranger, and it hadn’t lessened at all in the time that had passed since her arrival.
    In different circumstances, if a random woman had turned up inside my house I would have immediately been on the phone to my security team to get her removed from the property, but I had requested a cleaning of the house, so her story of covering for Sarah seemed believable enough. Unusually though, this girl genuinely didn’t seem to know who I was. It was actually quite refreshing, and perhaps one of the reasons that I was finding her so fascinating.
    And the staring just now – what the fuck had that been about? I ran a hand jerkily through my hair, almost pulling out a handful in aggravation. We must have watched each other in complete silence for more than five minutes, which was not only odd, but really fucking unnerving. I hadn’t felt a reaction to a woman like this for years, if ever, and to make it more peculiar I didn’t even know anything about her. It was distinctly unsettling, and not a feeling that I particularly relished. Had she felt the connection too? Did I even want to know? No, actually, I did not need a romantic attachment, especially not with someone that had sparked such a visceral response in me. That would just be asking for trouble, and I was already way too busy at the moment to invite trouble into my life.
    Raising both hands I rubbed them over my face to try and clear the fog that seemed to have descended on my sanity since the arrival of that woman in my home. Grunting irritably, I rolled my neck and briefly closed my eyes. God, I was tired. I’d literally had about three hours sleep in the last two days, but now that I knew that there was someone else in my house – her , a woman that I seemed to be inexplicably pulled towards – I couldn’t get my mind to move beyond the fact that she was in my spare bedroom just a few paces away. Was she in bed to warm up? Perhaps naked under the sheets, the cool material lying over her skin and tucked around her? Or maybe she was washing that long hair of hers in the shower?
    Fuck . With my mind on overdrive and full of temptingly teasing images I just knew that sleep was going to be near impossible.
    Jerkily walking to the window, I began drawing the curtains shut when I eyed her rust bucket of a car currently collecting snow outside my house. I couldn’t believe she drove that thing. It was almost offensive for me to look at it, dumped there haphazardly by my front door. Shaking my head I blew out an irritated breath, almost sure that my driveway would be ruined where she’d repeatedly spun her bloody wheels. Tugging the curtains closed to hide the infuriating sight I walked to my bed and began peeling off my clothes.
    Chucking my jacket, jumper, and T-shirt carelessly onto the chair I grimaced as I kicked off my snow trousers and jeans and looked down at the huge erection jutting out hopefully in the warmth of the room. Fuck it. I’d been in this state pretty much ever since I’d seen her downstairs. In fact, if she