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“Only when I don’t want someone to forget me.”

“Well, you’ve succeeded. Number one annoying biker, that’s how I’ll remember you.”

He chuckled and stepped outside. “Adios.”

She slammed the door, her knuckles white from grippingThe Duke’s Desireso tightly.

Annoyingwasn’t a strong enough word for him. He was over-confident, pushy, gorgeous…

Wiping her now scorching brow, she searched for the page in her book, then set it once again on the table, ready to read. It was damn bad luck he’d picked it up at a point when things were getting seriously raunchy. Now he’d assume the entire book was sex, sex, sex.

Which it kind of was, but still, there was a story—a decent, compelling love story.

With a frustrated sigh, she picked up the chili. She’d push Wyatt from her mind, eat her dinner, read, and then tomorrow, when she woke, they’d be heading back to Phoenix and she wouldn’t have to think about Wyatt and his infuriating smirk again.

The chili was damn good, just the right amount of spice. With a warm full stomach, Belle settled down to continue the story of the maid’s kinky love affair with the stern duke.

When she reached a particularly wild bedroom scene, there was another knock at the door. She frowned and set the book aside. Would she get any peace tonight?

It was completely dark outside now, and she dragged the curtain closed over the small window as she went to the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. I need something from my apartment.”

In the name of the good Lord, not him again.

She pulled open the door. “Do you really?”

“Yeah, really.” Wyatt grinned and pushed his hand through his hair, dragging it back from his face.

A fizz of heat hummed between her legs. He was as handsome as he was annoying, that was for sure. Shoulders nearly as wide as the doorframe, thick biceps, lean waist.

“Okay, go get whatever it is.” She couldn’t totally ban him from the place. It was his after all, and it was nice of him to bunk down somewhere else so she could have his bed.

His bed. Would it smell of him? Hold that whiff of pine and spice and oil she’d smelled earlier?

I hope so.

She clenched her teeth. This guy was no good for her resolve to stay off men. And what hadn’t helped at all was the duke’s penchant for demanding orgasm after orgasm from his little maid. Belle was hot, a fizz of adrenaline nipping at her nerves. She had a dark, aching longing for something … and that something was a man.

“Thanks.” He stepped past her, his arm brushing hers.

The small hairs on her skin stood to attention.

“Enjoy the chili?” he asked, pulling open a drawer and shoving some paper, pens, and a box of bullets to one side.

“Sure. It was good.”

He glanced at her and grinned. “Told you.”

She said nothing.

“Mmm.” He went back to rooting through the drawer.

“What are you looking for?”

“My smokes.”


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