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product of braces. “I notice you like what you see.” She bumped his thigh with her hip. The woman couldn’t know whatever expression had been on his face, it was in remembering Whisper not her.
     
    “I admit you’re an attractive woman.” He let the indifference stand plain in his tone. “However, I’m not interested.”
     
    Anger flashed in her eyes before she hid it behind a smile and swatted his arm. “Playing hard to get is for women, not guys. Anyway, tell me how you got out of the super finding your pet. Did you hide him in a closet or something?”
     
    “I’m not sure what pet you’re referring to.” Annoyance burned in him, but he kept his teeth ground together to avoid saying more.
     
    Sheila eyed him with her lips turned up and chuckled. “Oh okay, it’s like that? I hear you. Well, I guess you greased his palm or something. Not like he owns the place anyway. I don’t knock people for their fetishes. I have a few of my own.”
     
    Shock at what she’d just insinuated made his jaw slack, and he couldn’t utter a word. Did any man go for this type of woman? Ever? All of a sudden Alec couldn’t concentrate on his work if he tried. He turned from the woman and powered down his laptop. After he’d snapped it closed, he started past her. He could come back and check when he thought his clothes had finished their cycle.
     
    “If you’ll excuse me…” He moved to squeeze by her, but she pressed closer. Alec would need to toss her roughly aside to get past, and he didn’t manhandle women.
     
    Sheila’s hands came up around his waist, and she peered at him with wide innocent eyes. Too late she’d already opened her mouth. There was no innocence there. Maybe if he kissed her she would back off. He berated himself for the idiocy of the thought. That would only encourage her.
     
    “I think we could have a lot of fun,” she breathed, the husky quality in her voice, as if he’d taken her breath away.
     
    “I—” he began, but an exclamation behind Sheila caught his attention. He glanced up and cursed in silence. Whisper stood in the doorway, staring in startled stillness at the two of them. He didn’t have to imagine what she thought of the scene she’d just stumbled onto.
     
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, and spun on her heel.
     
    This time, Alec swore out loud. He shoved Sheila from him. Impulse made him take a step to follow Whisper, but Sheila’s words stopped him.
     
    “If you’re thinking about going after my friend, you should know she has a boyfriend.” She waved a hand. “But I don’t guess a man like you would go after her .”
     
    Alec thought better of going after Whisper at that moment. He needed to be sure of whether she had a boyfriend. He didn’t desire nor have a need to horn in on another man’s territory. His people took that type of thing very seriously, probably the leopard in him. Sheila’s attitude toward her friend was no better though.
     
    “Does she know you think so highly of her?”
     
    For the first time, he saw a flash of guilt in her expression. Again it disappeared behind the mask she wore. “It’s not like that. Whisper is my home girl. We go way back, and I protect her. She couldn’t handle what you’re bringing.” Sheila leaned on a dryer and folded her arms over her chest. The move only highlighted and raised her breasts. He didn’t find it interesting. “I mean you’re not looking to have a relationship with her or anything, or am I mistaken?”
     
    That gave him pause. She was right. He wasn’t going to pursue a relationship with Whisper. He just wanted a little fun, something he was sure to return. He didn’t think of himself as arrogant—not wholly anyway—but he did believe he could give her some of the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced. That reasoning came from his feeling that sex wasn’t good unless both parties were pleased.
     
    “What I intend to do with Whisper isn’t