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jaded female who would turn him off with her bloated conceit. Not an exquisite woman who attempted to hide her vulnerability behind a brittle shell. Or one whose emerald eyes held a haunted fear.
    The man in him wanted to haul her into the nearest bed and teach her the true meaning of howling at the moon. The wolf in him wanted to toss her over his shoulder and take her to the safety of his lair.
    It was his wolf’s reaction that was most troubling.
    Lust he could handle.
    But possession?
    It was addling his wits and jeopardizing his mission.
    Grimly he shoved aside the disquieting thought.
    He was here with a purpose. It was time to get on with it.
    Following her into the private office, he reached to pull out the folded sheets of paper he’d tucked into his back pocket. His first order of business was making sure he was hired as Sophia’s bodyguard.
    Of course, he wouldn’t say no to an invitation for a more ... intimate arrangement, a voice whispered in the back of his mind.
    It would certainly make it easier to keep an eye on her.
    His eye and so much more ...
    His cock hardened and with a muttered curse he turned his attention to his surroundings. Anything to keep himself from pouncing on Sophia and spreading her across the wide walnut desk.
    The room was spacious with wooden shelves along one wall that held a stunning collection of priceless Fabergé eggs. Across the room a marble fireplace was framed by two cream leather wing chairs that matched the low sofa beneath the window. The floor was covered by a Persian carpet. And the drapes were a soft peach velvet.
    He wasn’t surprised by the muted elegance of the room.
    Although Sophia was currently dressed like a biker chick, she possessed an air of sophistication that was as much a part of her as the smoldering sexuality.
    A lethal combination.
    Directly on her tail, Luc smiled wryly as she hastily moved to put the desk between them, turning to send him a glare of frustration.
    He wasn’t the only one battling an unwelcome attraction.
    Idiotically pleased by her reaction, he tossed the papers on the desk.
    “Here.”
    With a frown she leaned forward, studying the papers without actually touching them. Did she fear they might bite?
    “What’s this?”
    “My references.”
    She skimmed the top page, her head abruptly lifting. “Miami?”
    “Fun in the sun,” he murmured. “You should give it a try.”
    “I’ve been to Miami.”
    “Not recently,” he said with absolute confidence, his gaze gliding over her milky white skin. Would it taste like cream? “I would have known if you were in my city.”
    “ Your city?”
    “Mine.”
    She studied him with a blatant suspicion. “If you’re such a big shot in Miami, why would you want to travel to Chicago to become a hired thug?”
    He shrugged. “It suits me to be out of Florida for a few weeks.”
    The emerald eyes hardened. “Female trouble?”
    “Does it matter?” he demanded. “The imp put out the word that he was willing to pay top dollar for a seasoned bodyguard. I’m the best there is. End of story.”
    “No, it’s not the end.” She tossed his glowing references in the trash. No doubt where they belonged. He’d forged them on his way to Chicago. “I’m a long way from hiring you.”
    He moved to perch on the corner of the desk, folding his arms over his chest.
    “What’s the problem?”
    “You aren’t what I need.”
    A small smile curved his lips. She sounded ... petulant. “Do you even know what you need, Sophia?”
    Her jaw tightened. “I know what I don’t need. A conceited ass who pisses me off.”
    He battled back his wolf. Now wasn’t the time to prove he was a dominant male who was worthy of her respect.
    He needed Sophia to believe that she was in charge.
    “The imp wouldn’t have chosen me if I wasn’t the best at what I do, would he?”
    Her lips thinned. “There’s more to being a bodyguard than just muscle and fighting skills. I need someone who can blend into the