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Shay’s hatred hadn’t swayed me, nothing would.
    She
didn’t know it yet, but the SEALs trained me for intricate games of
cat-and-mouse. I lived for the hunt. And after I caught Shay? I’d make sure she
was both stuffed and mounted .
    If
she didn’t kill me first.
    “Get
out of my bed.”
    Fuck.
    The
pounding headache only just started to yield. Figured. I gritted my teeth and
rolled. Didn’t make it up, but I bluffed anyway. I patted the pillow beside me
as my vision cleared.
    “You
could join me.”
    “Are
you always such an asshole?”
    “Do you
always burst into people’s bedrooms uninvited?”
    I
tucked my arms behind my head. My lovely intruder fumbled with a suitcase packed
with more panties than a sexy woman like her ever needed to wear. She was
pissed. That only made it more fun. I got off on making everything a war with
her. She wound up too easy and exploded with all the subtlety of a grenade.
    Last
time I checked, she didn’t have that big of a stick up her ass. Still, watching
her squirm amused the fuck out of me, even if it ruined my chances to glimpse
that perfectly delicious backside.
    “This
is the master bedroom,” she said.
    I grinned.
“Didn’t know you were into those types of games.”
    She
dropped the suitcase. “How dare you take the master bedroom!”
    “What’s
wrong with this bedroom?”
    “It
should be…this was my father’s house!”
    I
tilted my head. “And my mother’s.”
    “Don’t
you think I should have the master bedroom? This is my house, built with my father’s money.”
    Was
everything going to be such a fucking pissing contest with her? She wouldn’t
give up until I slept in the yard.
    I
wouldn’t stop until I had her in the bed with me.
    But
we wouldn’t be sleeping.
    “I thought
you’d take the room down the hall,” I said. Did she even see the monstrosity
her father specifically designed for her? Like a scene from fucking Narnia. “It
has a better balcony.”
    “I
don’t want a balcony. I want the master bedroom. I want you gone. I want—” She
groaned, frustrated. “I don’t know what to say to you! You’re making this more
difficult than it needs to be. Are you that much of a child?”
    “I’m
not the one throwing a tantrum because she doesn’t want to share her things.”
    She not-so-silently
counted to ten. “Zach, don’t make this harder than it already is.”
    “Gotta
admit. I’ve never heard a pretty girl say that before.”
    “I
can’t believe this.” Shay paced the room. “I’ve been here for five minutes and
already you’re being a monumental asshole.”
    “I
was sleeping.”
    “I
thought this could work. I thought you were serious when you said we’d share
this place.”
    “What
did I do? I was sleeping .”
    Shay
wove her fingers through her thick, ebony curls.
    “This
is crazy. I don’t even know you—” She pointed a finger at me. “And if
you say anything about knowing me in a biblical way Imma smack that smirk
off your face.”
    Challenge
accepted.
    “Come
on.” I extended my arms. “Do you really think I’m some big, bad troublemaker out
to rob you blind?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Do
you think I’m some sexual fiend who will creep on you in the middle of the
night?”
    Her
almond eyes flicked over me. “Probably.”
    “Think
I’m a dangerous, powerful man who will threaten your pretty little body?”
    She
stepped closer. Her voice lowered, her best attempt at sounding intimidating.
“How would I know?”
    Shay
was within my arm’s reach. Entirely too close. I could have snatched her in my
grasp and thrown her on the bed. If I had my way, I’d bury my face between her
mocha legs and lick until I had my fill. She’d tasted like everything perfect—that
first bite of summer ice-cream, cake batter straight from the spatula, a sip of
forbidden alcohol before I turned twenty-one.
    I
remembered lapping up her honeyed desire, and it tortured my dreams every
night. She was so unbelievably sweet I would have