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all, so why should it bother her so much? “But for the record, where exactly did they rip hair out of?”
    She balled up her fist and punched his upper arm, regretting it instantly. “Ouch, Christ, that hurt.”
    “Yeah, I guess you shouldn’t have done that.” He held up his arm and flexed it; the muscles beneath rippled into an even harder mass.
    “You know, Jaime, I guess you have changed after all. You’re an even bigger jerk than I remember.”
    “I’m Ironman, honey. I get to be a jerk if I want to.”
    “Oh fuck you.”
    “Only if you are very lucky or I am very drunk.” Jaime opened the door to his sports car for her. “And I mean very, very drunk.”
    “Asshole…” she shouted, but he closed the door in her face. When he eased into the seat next to her, he was chuckling that evil laugh of his that set her nerves on end. “Will this night ever end?”
    “Why? Do you have a date or something? Seriously, Pepper, I can drop you somewhere if you want. Just tell me.”
    “Just drive. And stop calling me Pepper. You’re not Ironman, and I’m not your Girl Friday.”
    “But that’s exactly what you signed up for, to be my Girl Friday and every other day of the week. And while we’re at it, let’s revisit that idea of you taking on the responsibility of keeping all the crazy women at bay this summer so I can actually get some work done.”
    “Jaime, seriously, I don’t know what you have in mind, but that plot never seems to work in the movies, why do you think it would work in real life?”
    “You saw Alicia this afternoon. She thought that because she’d worked for me for the three years I’ve been here, that we had some sort of relationship. And she’s not the first. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love the attention, but after a while it just gets old, know what I mean?”
    “Sorry, no. I have no experience with money-hungry women throwing themselves at me, fake boobs first. I guess I can see why a classy guy like you would have a problem with it. I’m told steroids do a number on the package, and the sex drive. I guess you wouldn’t want anyone getting the idea that Jaime Dalton isn’t exactly the Ironman he thinks he is.”
    “I don’t dope. I work hard for this body. Do you really think I’d risk my career on steroids?” He turned to face her, anger in his eyes. Fun-and-games time had come to an abrupt end.
    “How would I know, Jaime? It’s not like we’ve ever been friends. I don’t know you all that well, and I don’t follow sports.”
    “Well, I don’t. End of discussion.”
    “Fine,” she said, leaning back in her seat and watching as the sun set the city ablaze before it finally sank in the distance. Jaime drove deeper into the city, the silence between them deafening.
    “Welcome to South Beach,” he said after a while, his voice carrying a hint of pride. “The Miami you see on television in all its glory.”
    Art Deco buildings in shades of pink and purple flew past as he drove. People dressed in pastels walked the streets bathed in neon and the last pink rays of the setting sun. For a moment, Cass couldn’t catch her breath. Everywhere she looked was a treat for the senses.
    “Gorgeous,” she breathed, catching sight of the blue water turning rapidly obsidian in the waning light. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
    “I thought you’d like it here. Everybody likes South Beach. Mitch is meeting us for drinks and dinner in about an hour if you’d like to park and walk out on the sand?”
    “I’d love to. I’ve never seen the ocean before. Did you know that?”
    “No, Cass, I didn’t.”
    Somehow, she didn’t like the way he looked at her in that instant, almost as if he pitied her. She didn’t like how his voice became soft, almost seductive, like a caress.
    “I’m glad I get to be the one who took your beach virginity.” And just like that, Jaime Dalton reverted to his true form—rotten to the core.
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    Her legs were shapely, lightly muscled, and