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good.” He nodded. “For I would never hurt you.”
    “I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you before. And you’re in my house.” She gave a half hysterical, half desperate laugh. “I didn’t invite you, yet there you stand. No, I’m not afraid. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all.”
    A mocking smile played at the corners of his lips. “Then why, my fierce little dragon, are you widening the distance between us, even as we speak?”
    She froze, unable to reply.
    “My word has been given,” he said. “I will not hurt you.” Then he winked, causing her stomach to flutter. “Unless, of course, you ask me to.”
    “No, no.” She raised her arms higher, placing her weapons of mass destruction, aka her fists, directly in his line of vision. He didn’t seem impressed. “I definitely do not want you to hurt me,” she said. “I definitely don’t want you here, either. I just want you to leave. Please.”
    Looking confused, he folded both arms over his muscled chest. “I am bound to you. I stay where you are.”
    Bound. “Let’s not be hasty,” she rushed on, trying for an easy, carefree laugh. She sounded more like an asthmatic running through a pollen field. “No one needs to be tied up, okay.”
    “I have already told you no harm will befall you at my hands.”
    She hadn’t believed him the first time he said it, andshe didn’t believe him now. The man had a freaking sword the size of a small country.
    “Come now, little dragon. Tell me what you desire of me. Caresses? Erotic words?”
    Julia scoured her mind for something that might keep him from “caressing” her body and talking dirty while he did it. “Look, I just started my period and I have cramps and I haven’t shaved my legs in three weeks. I haven’t had a bath, for that matter. Trust me, you do not want to caress me.”
    “Then I will entertain you in other ways.” He uttered a resigned sigh. “I am not simply here for your sexual pleasure. I am here to entertain you, converse with you and protect you.”
    “Uh, well…”
    He persisted. “Shall I dance naked upon the tabletop? Feed you by hand? Pose so that you may paint my likeness?”
    While all of those scenarios sounded quite nice for any other circumstance, they didn’t appeal to her now. “My husband is in the living room. He’s big. And mean. And he hates when other men come near me. He killed the last one who tried. It was a violent death. Very bloody.”
    Indifferent, the intruder shrugged. “I am here for your pleasure. Not his. Besides, your husband’s strength is no match for mine.” His tone held no hint of pride. Only truth. “Unless that is your hope,” he added, his pale violet eyes accusing, yet acceptant. “Do you wish me to kill your mate?”
    She almost fainted right then and there. “I prefer no one be murdered in my home,” she managed to squeak out.
    “It will be as you desire.”
    “Uh, thank you?”
    He shifted impatiently from one foot to the other. “Decide what you wish me to do. I do not like this waiting. I will do whatever you like. To you,” he added, “and no other. Not even your mate.”
    The man probably planned to torture her— her, mind you, not her nonexistent husband—and he definitely planned to kill her. Yet there he stood, speaking to her as if she were his master and he were her slave.
    “I will do whatever you like,” he repeated.
    Surely that statement was too good to be true. She arched a brow and studied him. “Anything? Anything at all?”
    “Aye.” His jaw clenched, as if his next words were somehow painful. “Your every desire is mine to fulfill. Whatever will please you, that will I do.”
    Well, she knew exactly what she wanted. “You want to please me? Then get out of my house. That’s all I want.”
    His eyes widened with surprise, then quickly tapered to half-mast with suspicion. “You have not yet tasted the bliss of my touch, and yet you command my absence?”
    No, stay and kill me, she almost