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execution for the duration of my assignment. If that isn’t acceptable to you, find someone to take my place.” Par for the course when dealing with a
flake
.
    She marched across the hardwoods and threw open the door to the master suite. Her feet sunk into snow-white carpeting and her breath caught at the lake view from floor-to-ceiling windows. A private deck and two loungers beckoned on the other side of glass. No curtains or blinds obstructed the scene, just water as far as the eyes could see.
    She walked deeper into the room and admired the huge wrought iron bed with plump ebony linens. Matching black lacquered nightstands held short stacks of books and accent lamps topped with dark-as-night shades. She ran her finger tips over the cover of a Hank Aaron biography before she spun around in search of a dresser.
    In the corner of the room, black leather club chairs shared a wrought iron coffee table and a flat screen hung above a low bureau. She crossed to the sitting area and tugged on the single drawer. Remote controls. Unused cell phones. Cords and … condoms. A couple blue packets escaped the open box.
    Maggie gulped air, hoping to stomp the conflicting emotions pinching her lungs. Of course he had condoms. He was an attractive man. A little too dark for her taste, but lots of women would … she slammed the drawer shut and stared at the big bed. Lots of women would climb into bed with Jordon.
    Her skin heated as the images entered her brain with rapid-fire precision. His face gone soft. His body gone hard. And the woman who inspired his magical transformation.
    She slapped her cheek — twice — because the woman in the images was her.
    Pounding her chest to restart her heart, Maggie focused on her mission: clothes for Carlos. She held her breath and walked by the bed, running a finger along the silky duvet. When she’d safely passed, she reached for a doorknob in the hopes of finding a closet. Instead, she scanned miles of black granite, covering the floors and running up the walls of a shower bigger than her bedroom at home.
    Flecks of silver danced along the polished surfaces. The double sinks shone black with chrome fixtures, and the jetted tub seduced like a tar pit. Maggie swallowed hard.
    This was where the devil came to play.
    More unwelcomed images of Jordon filled her head. Him, standing in the shower … with her. The air in her nose and throat thickened like cement.
    â€œCan I help you?”
    She spun until her eyes locked on the jagged face behind the rough voice. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œ
This
is my bathroom. What are
you
doing here?”
    He was surrounded by black, but Maggie’s shaky vision couldn’t tell if the color was the result of a negative aura or the wall of granite. She blinked fast and often, trying to see, trying to think.
    His smoky running shoes, black jeans and fitted gray windbreaker blended with the dark stone. “You scared me.” Could he hear her heart pounding? “I’m looking for clothes for Carlos.”
    He narrowed crow-like eyes. “Why would his clothes be in my room? And why would Carlos need your help getting dressed?”
    The negative energy radiating from Jordon’s core permeated her shield of light, and a rush of dark power coursed through her veins. “What are you insinuating?” She wrapped her arms around her breasts.
    â€œDon’t answer my question with a question.” He folded his arms across his chest too.
    â€œThe poor kid doesn’t know how to do laundry. If you weren’t so intimidating, he would’ve asked for help. But you are who you are, so he’s dressed in an uncomfortable piece of baseball equipment, and I’m trying to help.” She blasted by him, striking him with a flailing arm.
    Jordon was quicker than she anticipated, and he grabbed her trailing wrist, bringing her to a halt. “Why didn’t you say that in the first