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head. I’m not leaving, Ramsey.”
    “In that case I’m gone,” Kathy said, turning away.
    Samantha heard Kathy drive away as she bent down to pick up the tote bag she’d dropped when Ramsey tackled her. Then she beat a hasty retreat toward the loft intending to put space between them. Jake grabbed her before she made three steps, his big hand circling her arm making her burn all the way to her toes but she refused to look at him.
    “You need to leave before you get hurt, Samantha.”
    The soft way he said her name intrigued her making her turn to look at him. It almost sounded like he really cared. The resolved look on his rugged face almost made her weaken. Why did he want to run her off so badly?
    “Fine you can stay for tonight,” he said, adding with a rueful grin, “but you aren’t sleeping in my bed, sugar.”
    If he thought that snarky comment was going to scare her he was dead wrong. Instead she gave him a cool smile she didn’t feel. “Don’t worry, Ramsey, your virtue is safe around me. I wouldn’t let you give me sex lessons if you begged me to,” she added, knowing it was a lie. Luckily for her, her own virtue was safe because he wasn’t asking. She could resist him just as long as he could resist her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 2

 
    Half an hour later, after checking the perimeter alarms and calculating the odds Samantha was here to screw him over, Jake stalked into the cold shower confused and pissed as hell. His aching unsatisfied cock was still hard enough to break off, while she lay curled up and sleeping like a baby on the sofa. He knew because he’d checked on her twice and regretted it when he saw her wearing a slinky white nightgown that clung to all her sweet curves. It didn’t help his hard-on from hell situation one damned bit.
    Of course she was sleeping now. She’d gotten her rocks off by dry humping him. Damn he was a fool to think she’d even want him. He groaned ducking his head under the cold needles of the water’s spray. Wake up, dumb ass, you’re being played. It’s no coincidence she showed up here ¼ tonight ¼ right when you’re on the verge of arresting her brother for industrial espionage .
    He let out a groan and slapped off the shower. Her story about finding St. James in the sack with another babe had to be a cover. Grayson St. James was so enamored of his fast rise in the executive suite of Logan Industries, he wouldn’t step a toe out of place. Still there is something too slick about the guy . It always paid to listen to his gut and right now it was screaming. You’re so fucking horny you’re just searching for a reason to take her. He’d wait until morning to get the truth out of her and send her home.
    Then Samantha’s scream pierced the air making his heart clench. Bare-assed naked, he grabbed his Glock 23 from the dresser and raced toward her. Damn it all, why hadn’t he made her tell him the truth? If she was hurt it would be his own fault and he didn’t think he could live with that.
    He rounded the corner going in low to find her still asleep on the sofa and struggling in the throes of an apparent nightmare. The relief that surged through him made his hand shake . He flicked on the safety and set his weapon down frowning at his trembling hand. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d drawn down on unfriendlies in a lot less cozier settings than this living room and hadn’t so much as twitched. It is Samantha. He frowned down at her. She was turning him into mush.
    Then she turned her head, whimpering, “ Grayson ¼ no ¼ ”
    His heart dropped. Fuck she was still hung up on the loser.
    He raked an irritated glance over her. She’d kicked off the chenille throw. And her sexy nightgown was bunched up around her even sexier ass. Damn, she was like kryptonite. Good thing he wasn’t superman. He watched one of her thin straps skitter off one creamy shoulder to bare one of her breasts. His mouth watered as he eyed the luscious tit topped