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beans with me instead,” he said, and rotated his hips in circular motion to emphasize his meaning.
    Lorelei snorted and then laughed out loud. Who’d have thought Mark had a sense of humor?
    He arched a brow, whirled her around until her back was to a wall. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you? Didn’t think I was smart enough to get what you were really doing? I see. I’m just a dumb jock who only thinks about his cock, aren’t I?”
    Still laughing, she sputtered, “You said it. Not me. But that’s just pure talent, rhyming like that.”
    Lorelei looked up to see him smiling, those sexy dimples on display. She noticed when the smile reached his eyes little specks of silver glittered among the pale gray. Sleep-tousled waves of deep blond hair fell across his forehead.
    He was simply gorgeous.
    “You wanna see talent, Lorelei?” His voice had taken on a rough, raw edge. Without a doubt he had the sexiest voice she’d ever heard. It made her want to call him on the phone just to hear it isolated like that. So male and sexual—it alone got her blood boiling.
    Her pulse scattered when the warm hands on her butt streaked up under her top and around her rib cage until they came to rest flat against the undersides of her bare breasts. There they teased, barely cupping, lightly testing the weight.
    Lorelei swallowed a gasp. “I don’t doubt your talent for a minute. But I don’t trust it, or you.”
    He lowered his head until his mouth stopped a fraction above hers. His breath slid hot and promising over her lips. “You don’t trust me, sweetheart?” he asked just above a whisper. Then his tongue slipped past his lips to tease the corner of her mouth with slow, erotic strokes.
    The hard calluses on Mark’s palm gently abused the tender skin of her breasts as he caressed them, sending rivers of need flowing to the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t control her response as her knees began to quake and her mouth opened helplessly, eager for his invasion.
    But it never came.
    Cold air brushed her parted lips as Mark suddenly released her and sneered, “You’re damn right you don’t trust me. And I sure as hell don’t trust you.”
    Fighting a barrage of unwanted emotions, she swallowed hard and ignored the ache in her breasts created by the cold man standing before her. How could she have so easily lost sight of who, and what, he was?
    The only thing they shared was a strong desire to possess a certain necklace. And even that would end as soon as she could find a way to get it to his ex and be rid of it.
    Mark Cutter was a means to an end. Nothing more. Okay, right now he was a whole lot more. He was her blackmailer and kidnapper. But he was also the only thing standing between her and a nice long stay at the women’s pen.
    Not to mention the new star in some very dirty fantasies of hers.
    Mark’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Hand over your bag and go sit on the couch, thief.” The command came hard and unyielding. Without a word of protest, Lorelei handed her duffel over and went to sit on the black leather couch. There was nothing left in the bag for him to find anyway. He’d already taken her cell phone, purse, and keys.
    Jerking her head around, she followed his retreat down the hallway with her gaze and asked, “What are you doing?”
    He didn’t respond as he disappeared into his room. Tapping her thumb impatiently on the buttery leather of the couch, she rolled her eyes and let out a huff of frustrated air. So the guy was going to give her the silent treatment. Real mature.
    Lorelei glanced longingly over her shoulder at the door and huffed again. There had to be a way out of this. She just hadn’t found it yet. He’d told her she was stuck there for the foreseeable future until he had his necklace, so a way was bound to pop up. The problem was that where he went, she went. It was going to be hard to escape with him glued to her side.
    “I used to be smart, damn it. I should be able to