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between her legs would subside. She didn’t understand it. Sure, it had been a while since she’d been with a man, and she’d never been with one who looked dangerous as this one did, but—
    “Jill?”
    At the sound of Liz’s voice, Jill jerked and turned back to her friend. She’d practically forgotten she was there. “I’m sorry…what did you say?”
    Liz laughed. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t be thinking coherently if he’d been looking at me like that, either.”
    Jill shrugged off the comment.
    Liz raised her eyebrow. “Anyhow, I was just saying that I need to take off. Don’t forget I’ll be in late, and Monica will be there for a couple of hours to help out.”
    “I won’t. But I think I’m going to take off, too.” Jill’s voice came out sounding too perky, even to her own ears. Maybe because she could still feel a certain man’s eyes on her—had he turned back in her direction?—and she felt halfway ready to orgasm. That would make any woman sound perkier.
    “Aw, you don’t want to leave yet, Tinkerbelle.” The proximity of the male voice startled her.
    She turned towards the man who’d spoken, a guy in an expensive suit wearing a cocky smile that communicated he always got his way. He seemed like an up-and-coming young executive, attractive but overdone. His hair was short, spiky, and crispy with styling product. His friend was almost an exact replica. They’d been standing near Jill and Liz, playing darts for the past half hour, occasionally throwing a comment their way. Despite the fact the clean-cut men were more Jill’s type than the man at the bar, they’d given her a bad feeling. So far, Jill and Liz had managed to ignore them.
    Put off by his slurred words and lopsided smile, she turned away, but by now, he’d had a few drinks and was obviously feeling bold.
    “Hey, beautiful, I’m talking to you.”
    Jill bristled, but before she could respond, Liz said, “Sorry, but the lady’s not interested.”
    Jill had her back mostly to the guy, but she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye, sidling up to their table.
    “Aw, come on. My friend bet me I couldn’t get you to kiss me.”
    “That was a safe bet on his part,” Jill said, unease skittering up her spine.
    The man smirked, put a twenty-dollar bill down on the table in front of her, and said, “After we kiss, it’s yours to keep.”
    Appalled, Jill and Liz exchanged glances, then Jill fully faced the man. “I’d appreciate it if you took your money and left. Nothing here is for sale.”
    The man, taking this as a challenge, stepped even closer. Jill could smell the whiskey on his breath. “Come on. Just one little kiss—”
    “She said ‘no’ more than once, but I could use twenty bucks,” a deep male voice spoke from her other side. “Come here, and I’ll kiss you.”
    Jill swiveled around. The tall, tattooed man from the bar had joined them. His focus was on Whiskey Breath. Despite his joking words, he looked beyond annoyed even before Whiskey Breath snapped, “Fuck off.”
    Dear God, the man must truly be drunk. Anyone could see that Mr. TDTS could wipe the floor with the drunk exec with one flick of his finger. But something in the big man’s eyes, strangely enough, made Jill feel calmer. Safe.
    “Well, now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings,” her rescuer drawled. His eyes—a warm chocolate brown with golden flecks—briefly met Jill’s before returning to his prey. That was the only way Jill could think to describe it. He was a predator who’d managed to hold himself in check thus far, but with his coiled muscles and that dark look in his eyes, he was more than ready to pounce.
    Jill mentally urged the man who’d been bothering her to turn around and walk away. If he didn’t, she had no doubt he’d be buying himself a world of trouble.
    Almost as if she were seeing things unfold in slow motion, Jill watched as Whiskey Breath stepped around her chair and threw a punch at Mr. TDTS, who