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self-satisfied smile gave her momentary pause and wiped her own smile off her face.  He watched her fidget nervously in her chair and her fingernails start tapping on the desktop.  Her blue eyes watched him warily.  “What game are you playing?”
     
    He looked perplexed for a moment before shaking his head.  “No games, Ava.  You know what I want.”  His deep voice rumbled suggestively.  He almost laughed aloud when her eyes narrowed warningly at him.
     
    “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”              
     
    “Why?”  He asked nonchalantly. “I think we should enjoy some hot, sweaty recreational sex.”
     
    “Well I don’t!”  She snapped indignantly, her eyes practically shooting blue flames at him.  He was enjoying himself immensely; more than he had since the night he picked her up in the bar.  It was all he could do not to double over with laughter.  He was really getting a kick out of pissing her off.  It was almost as much fun as turning her on.
     
    “Bullshit.”  He grinned at her, all cocky self-assurance.  “You’re not only lying to me, you’re lying to yourself, Baby.”
     
    “You conceited son-of-a…”
     
    “Now, now don’t be calling Mom names.”  He shook an admonishing finger at her.  Her mouth snapped shut and rage seemed to radiate off of her.  She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.  “Ava, you know we’re gonna end up in the sack again.  It’s inevitable.”  Her eyes snapped open.
     
    “You have stepped outside of your mind.”  She growled at him, her eyes spitting fire.  She came to her feet and leaned across the desk to get in his face.  “It’s not inevitable; we’re not having sex again!”  He managed to keep a straight face and was looking at her like she might be the one that was crazy.
     
    “Why is that exactly?”  He queried, knowing he was only fanning the flames of her anger.  She huffed out a harsh breath and flopped back down into her chair, looking at him like he was some exotic species she’d never encountered before.
     
    “Number one, you’re Jameson’s friend…” 
     
    “Jameson is Chase’s friend.”  He interrupted but she just glared at him and continued.
     
    “Number two; I’ve spent time with your parents…”
     
    “They’re not here.”  He pointed out helpfully, again flashing the smug grin.
     
    “Number three; you’re a guest in my home…”
     
    “Which makes it even more convenient.” He said in a reasonable tone.
     
    “And last, but not least ,” She said, her voice rising.  “I don’t want to!”
     
    He snorted in derision.  “Whatever.  We both know number four was a big, fat lie.”  He leaned back in his chair, his hands lying across his flat stomach.  “You might be able to convince me if we hadn’t already torn up the sheets together.”
     
    “Damn it, Cian!  I didn’t know who you were.  I thought you were some guy named Ken!”  She said in a tired voice.
     
    “Ahh…”  He said in a thoughtful voice as if inspiration had just struck.  “That explains it.”
    She looked at him with evident disgust.  “I’m going to hate myself for asking but what does that explain in Cian’s world?”
     
    “That explains why you’re denying yourself the pleasure of my company.”  He grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.  Her eyes narrowed angrily, not seeing the humor in the situation at all.  “It was okay to mattress mambo with me when you thought I was some random stranger in a bar.  Is that what does it for you?”
     
    She came to her feet so suddenly she almost turned her chair over.  She stormed out of the room, her heels tapping angrily, muttering imprecations on his head all down the hall.  He laughed to himself, feeling stimulated by his heated exchange with Ava.  He marveled at how tormenting her was more fun that having sex with most of the women from his past.  She was a