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saw the other night, they had their work cut out.
    I can’t belieeeeve it’s the same guy . The universe had a sick sense of humor. For example, right now, she had this strange urge to do another take. But this time she wouldn’t zip him up.
    What? No. He’s such a pig.
    She turned her head and took in the room. “This place is a mess. What happened?” Empty liquor bottles and candy bar wrappers cluttered the table near the window, the bedding was on the floor, and a collection of swords and knives were piled up on the dresser right below the wall-mounted flat screen.
    “I am a lethal ex-assassin, not a maid. And I do not wish any mort—I mean strangers in my room, for obvious reasons.”
    Sadie sighed. She couldn’t work in here like this. And she certainly wasn’t going to clean up after the guy. The other option, her apartment, was way too small for someone this big to move around or do any of the exercises.
    “We’ll work at the beach.” She’d just gone the other day with a few friends from her acting group, so she still had her picnic blanket, umbrella, and beach chair in the trunk of her car.
    He gave her a look. “I did not bring suitable attire for the beach. We shall work here.” He glanced at the bed.
    She didn’t know if he’d meant anything by that little look, but she needed to nip it in the bud. Not that the guy’s body wasn’t smokin’ hot and his face—short black beard, simmering turquoise eyes, plump bad-boy lips meant for melting a girl’s heart as he asked forgiveness for whatever stupid thing he’d just done—wasn’t gorgeous, but he was rude, crude, and barbaric.
    Then why does your hand feel like it’s on fire from grabbing his dick through his leather pants.
    “It’s too stuffy in here,” she said. “And for the record, before you get any ideas, I’m into gentlemen, which we both know you’re not.”
    “And for the record, I am not into little girls, which we both know you are.” He dipped his head.
    Okay, you. That was mean.
    But I did insult his manhood. Maybe I deserved it?
    On the other hand, he called me plain. And he got me fired.
    Stop, Sadie. Get to work. Think: one hundred thousand dollars. That’s life-changing money.
    She took a deep breath and then pulled herself back together. “Can I be honest with you? I really need this job, and from what I’ve heard, you really want this part you’re up for. And I know we don’t know each other, but it seems like we might need one another. So how about we put down our swords and help each other?”
    He didn’t reply. Instead, he stood glaring at her with his hard eyes as if trying to figure something out.
    She continued, “I really think we should be somewhere with plenty of room to move around. I’ll try to find a new place for us tomorrow, but let’s try the beach today. It’s beautiful and sunny outside, just perfect for a little acting inspiration. Okay?”
    He narrowed his beautiful eyes in contemplation. “You are a very strange, yet oddly persuasive woman.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said, inspecting his insanely fit body. Damn, he was huge. They probably wouldn’t have anything beach-like that would fit him down in the lobby. “Would you happen to have any jeans?”
    He jerked his head toward a black duffle bag thrown in the corner. “In there,” he said. “Why? Are you planning to strangle me with them?”
    She walked over, unzipped the bag, and pulled it open. Right at the top was an unframed photo of a little girl. Blonde curls, big blue eyes, with her arms thrown around Andrus’s neck and kissing his cheek. He looked like a completely different person—glowing, happy, smiling.
    “Oh, I didn’t realize you have kids,” she said. “And why are you holding a sword in the air?”
    He walked over and snatched the photo from her hand. “I don’t have children, and none of your business.”
    Okay. She saw the wad of faded denim and pulled them from the bag. “These