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Ryan rose from his chair and settled his button George's desk immediately in front of her. "Are you honestly willing tothrow away two-million dollars based on the condition we have to livetogether?"
Not good. Now she had a direct view of theslight bulge behind his zipper. She gulped and clamped down her buddingarousal.
He smiled down at her. "I promise you, Idon't bite. I'll put the toilet seat down. I always squeeze the toothpaste fromthe bottom. And I'll rinse out the sink after I shave."
Such a sweet talker. No way could she allowhim to get the upper hand. If this was going to work, she'd need to assertherself and prove Portia Dubrovsky would not be intimidated.
She stood, wedging herself between his spreadlegs and looked at him face-to-face. "It's not that. I'm not comfortable withthe idea of living with you."
His lips pressed tight for a moment beforethey relaxed into a grin. "The house is huge. Five bedrooms, three and a halfbathrooms, plus a bunch of other rooms for whatever your heart desires. We won'tever have to see each other if we don't want to. It will be like living in thedorms at college, only with less beer and better food."
He smelled like soap and man, fresh and cleanfrom the shower, without a hint of cologne masking his true scent. She'd alwayspreferred a man's natural scent over a manufactured one. Unfortunately, Ryan'sintoxicated her, undermining the firm hand of control she so desperately neededto maintain with him.
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