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Maybe he should teach her a lesson about breaking into people’s homes. Put the fear of God in her, or at least the fear of him. How dare she invade his new space, his new life. All he wanted was two peaceful weeks, and this homeless person had to go and take a dump all over it.

Rush was getting his temper good and worked up as he leaned against the wall just inside the door, sipping his coffee. He projected an air of calm and menace. He was not prepared for what stepped through the bathroom door.

A voluptuous woman wrapped in a fluffy blue towel appeared. Her jet black, dripping wet hair caressed her shoulders while she sang off key into a hairbrush with her eyes closed. No SA whatsoever. Most civilians didn’t possess an ass ton of situational awareness, but they usually had enough to know if someone was standing in the same well-lit room as them. Who was he to judge at this point? He’d slept in the house with someone and been completely unaware.

“I believe the line is actually when it’s raining. Not if.” The woman shrieked and dropped the towel when she jumped. Well, hello. Rush’s mouth went dryer than the Sahara. Her skin was smooth and pale. Her rosy nipples sat proudly atop an impressive pair of breasts, curing his dry mouth problem pretty damn quickly.

Damn, her body was banging.

“Who the fuck are you?” She screamed in a rough, sensual voice. Almost too deep for a woman, but holy shit if it wasn’t a turn on. Rush didn’t want to be an asshole, he really didn’t. But damn it, he was. Setting his mug down, he took a few menacing steps toward her. No matter how amazing her body was, he had to remember she was a squatter in his home.

“I should be asking you the same damn thing, Sweetheart. Who are you and why the hell are you in my house, my bedroom, uninvited?” Rush stopped to look her up and down with a low whistle. “Not that I mind. But usually when a woman’s naked in my room, it’s because I’m fucking her senseless and she’s screaming my name to the heavens. So, is that what you’re here for?” He grabbed his crotch for emphasis.

The woman surprised him. Instead of trying to explain, or taking his insinuation as a means to stay, or even reaching for the towel, she laughed.

That was before she cocked her head to the side and placed her hands on her flared hips in that I have a thing or two to say manner.

“Wow, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Probably no mother; you seem like the type who just sprang forth from the DNA in the shower drain of a meathead gym. Let me spell it out for you, Sweetheart. You are the one trespassing, and if you don’t zip your pants and leave right now, I’ll call the cops. Or better yet, my friend, Mark. He’ll kick your ass and toss you right out on your ear.”

Rush watched her full pouty lips move as words flew at him with sass and venom. He almost missed the actual words themselves. Too bad he’d sworn off women because this one was pure fire and he wanted to get burned.

“Wait, Mark?” Rush still didn’t trust her. She could’ve picked up his name anywhere. “What do you know about Mark?”

Rush waffled between intrigue and anger. The jury was still out on where he would settle.

“Yes, Mark. He hired me. A very large and intimidating man who I happen to have on speed dial. He will kick your ass, so why don’t you leave before you get hurt.”

A laugh bubbled up from deep in his chest and burst forward. It felt amazing. It had been ages since he’d laughed, really laughed.

“Call.”

“What?”

“I call your bluff.” Rush didn’t know what possessed him to play with her like that, but he couldn’t help himself. If she didn’t have Mark’s number on speed dial, he’d have to toss her out on her ear. If she did, then he’d have to back off and play nice. Although Mark would get an earful. Rush asked for a trustworthy housekeeper to come in each day, not a live-in situation with a trousseau.

“Fine. But I don’t have a cell phone. If you’ll let me get dressed, we can go give him a call in the living room.”

Rush hated the idea of her getting dressed. Worse, the woman with the banging body would be in his home every day dressed when he knew what she looked like under her clothes. Pity.

Just one touch. That’s all he wanted before he had to concede and back away. He had to know what her skin felt like. Stepping into her personal space, he found that she wasn’t intimidated. Quite the opposite. She tilted her head slightly and leveled him with a green and gold gaze that would wither lesser men.

Instead of putting him in his place, it increased his need to stoke that fire she had inside her that burned bright.

“The housekeeper position he hired you for comes with some perks. Would you like to hear them?” A shudder ribboned its way through his body the second the back of his hand caressed her cheek. Her skin was silken, and he wanted more.

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