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I raised my eyes from the clipboard to smile at my client and damn near swallowed my own tongue. Fuck. Meg hadn’t been exaggerating. He was scorching hot.
What the hell was going on? He was like something straight out of a sex dream—tall, broad, gorgeous smile…and I was about to get my hands all over him. I needed to get my shit under control, or this would get me fired.
Fuck me. His voice was going to haunt my dreams later, I just knew it. I had a thing for deep voices, which played into my audiobook obsession.
“I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you all, but frankly I’ve had more pleasant experiences stepping in dog shit.”
He laughed again, and I hated that I liked the sound of his laugh.
Shit. Why were the pretty ones always so personality-defective?
Something about his warning gave me chills, because I didn’t believe for a moment he meant discipline by the university staff.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’d rather sleep with that fleabag stray dog than Carter Bassington Junior.
“I wouldn’t make it quiet or easy.” Heath chuckled, a delicious sound that I really wanted to hate. “I’d expect nothing less. You look like you’d be a screamer.”
“Cat got your tongue tonight, beautiful?”
“That one was for free, brother, since you could never afford me. Now get the fuck out of my room and don’t come back again.”
“Yep. Congratulations, Heathcliff, you just became my boyfriend.” Because not only would it infuriate Nate, it would possibly offer me some insight into the Devil’s Backbone Society. Heath’s eyes widened. “Um…” “In name only, of course, I’m not actually interested in dating you.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. His lips curled into a grin. “Fake dating? I love that trope. Count me in.”
“Anyone who needs to announce they’re good in bed…is not. But it’s cute that someone clearly cared enough to lie to you.”
My startled protest was cut short as his lips met mine and my whole brain turned to static. Holy fuck.
Not once did I wonder why we didn’t simply turn the heating on. Idiot.
“You scared the fucking life out of me, Spark. Never, ever do that again.”
Carter Bassington was a goddamn tornado, but right now I was safe in the eye of the storm.
He’d had every part of me in Paris. For just a day and a half, I would have given him the whole world. But not anymore. I owed him nothing.
I was so…fucking hell, Spark, I am so obsessed with you I just wanted to make it work.
“Please,” he whispered in that sexy, husky voice of his. “Give me something to cling to as I suffer in silence while you fall in love with Heath.”
