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I don’t want to. There’s nothing I can say that will help me. I look like a psycho either way.Stick to the truth. Keep it simple and short. “I wanted to find you.”

“Why?”

He’s not flattered. He’s terrifying.

And my pussy purrs like I’m in heat.

His gaze doesn’t sail lower than my chin, so he can’t see how my nipples are hardening or that my thighs are pressed tighter together. Water drips from my hair, trickling down my back and onto the floor. I can’t budge to grab something to cover myself with. Hell, I can’t even grab my gun, considering he’s sitting on top of where it’s stashed.

“I don’t like repeating myself, but I will just this once.” Herolls his shoulders back and deadlocks his gaze on me. “Whydid you want to find me?”

I don’t have an answer that will save me. “Howdid you findme?”

“I followed you home.”

He’s what I felt watching me, not Kaleb’s cronies. Holy crap. “Why?”

He stands up and must be at least six-four. His black t-shirt stretches tightly across his bulky chest and his arms bulge with muscle. I know he has scars on his chest.

I know the size of his dick. The way it feels inside me.

I know the heat of his touch when he wraps his hands around me.

The stroke of his tongue.

Bite of his teeth.

A breath shudders out of me as I cautiously step back.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he says.

Bullshit. I’m in the middle of a dangerous game with Kaleb and his enemy. The only one who will get hurtisme.

“What do you want?” I take another step back.

“I want to know why you’re so fucking desperate.”

I stall out and lie. “I’m not desperate.”

“Yes, you are.” He closes in on me. “You’ve been looking for me.”

Lying will get me into worse trouble, but I want to deny the truth. “I was only looking for another cage fight.” There. That’s not technically a lie. If I found another cage fight, I might have also found him. Win-win.

“You got a thing for fighters, little Firefly?”

Firefly? That’s a weird one.

“Not really.” But the way my body’s reacting to this man says otherwise. “I mean, notallfighters.”

“So, just me, then?” His cocky grin shoots heat to my core.

Is he flirting with me right now? Maybe flirting back will help me out of the hole I’ve dug myself into. I soften my expression and offer a coy smile. “Maybe.”

He prowls closer. My room is small, so it doesn’t take more than three steps before he’s nearly on me with my back against the wall. He could eat me alive and leave no trace behind.

Ihatehow much that turns me on.

His tone is dark when he asks, “Why me?”

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