Page 63 of Mr. Dangerous

The words hung between us, soundingridiculousnow.

Rob frowned. "DidI?"

"Yes, your towel after swimming." I was committed now. "Just left it there for me to clean up. Which is fine, because it'smyjob—"

"I thought you liked doingyourjob."

"Now you'reprovokingme."

He inclined his head slightly. "Maybe. Is that really what's made you act all weird? A towel on thefloor?"

"It's not the first time I've picked up an old towel of yours,trustme."

“From what I’ve heard, most women end up cleaning up after the average guy,anyway.”

"I don't want an average guy." I shook my head and lied to his handsome face. “I don’t want aboyfriend.”

"Good." He touched my chin with his fingers, and I felt a spark of desire that his fingers would dip lower, trace the line of my clavicle, the soft rise of my breast. He rested his fingers lightly over myheart.

Grinning, he said, "Naomi, don't fall in lovewithme."

My stomach dropped. Don't fall in love? How fucking dare he. I was suddenly furious all over again, feeling a traitorous blush rise to my cheeks. "Oh, noworries."

"I mean it," he said, his smile dimming. "I'm not the marrying kind. I'm not even therelationshipkind."

"I know that,"Isaid.

This time, he was the one who started to walk away, past me toward thegarage. "Good."

"But," I said, "The fact that you said that after we were intimate? After? That makes you an absolutejackass."

He turned around, jamming his hands into his jeans pockets. "Great. Sure. Guess we should be glad it didn't go anyfurther."

"I mean, what's the point? The hotel room. The books. The caterer and the dancing lesson. What's thatallfor?"

"To be nice. To an oldfriend."

"Bull shit." I headed for the garage, sweeping past him. I inhaled that damn intoxicating scent of his aftershave as Ipassedhim.

"A gorgeous oldfriend."

I resisted the urge to flip him off. That would be even more unprofessional than rolling my eyes at aclient.

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