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make her swoon? She wasn’t the swooning sort, of course, but he was the tall, dark and handsome type who was likely given to making women swoon.
    Lean and fit, he was probably a tireless lover.
    Yes, but was he a selfish lover?
    He didn’t seem the type who was given to foreplay and sensitivity. He’d sweep her off her feet and have his way then leave. He wasn’t the sort to fix breakfast in the morning as a show of tenderness.
    Tender. Now that was funny. Noel was about as tender as a cheap cut of steak.
    Just because he looked yummy when he was asleep didn’t mean he was a dreamboat awake.
    If she were the sort of woman who liked to make men over, who believed a man could change, then Noel might be a challenge. But she’d made enough bad choices to know that people seldom changed.
    Noel was what he was. A grinch.
    A sexy grinch, but a grinch nonetheless.
    So any fancies she had about him—fancies about her being the woman who could tame him—were best left in her imagination. She could indulge herself with how it might feel to be kissed, caressed and more by the man asleep on her sofa, but to let down her guard and fall victim to Noel’s charm was foolishness she couldn’t afford.
    He could bruise her heart, even break it.
    Business.
    That’s what Noel was interested in. He wanted a house before Christmas. And it was what she had to remain focused on as well.
    She would find Noel an irresistible house. She would close the deal and make both of them happy. He would have his house and she would have her new car and they both would have a Merry Christmas.
    If Noel Hawksley was indeed capable of having a Merry Christmas.
    She saw that now his eyes were moving beneath their lids. He was dreaming. Probably about killing Santa Claus, from the wicked smile that had shifted on his lips. She glanced to the window.
    Rats. It was still snowing and business was going to have to wait despite her determination to get on with it. They weren’t likely to see any more houses until tomorrow.
    Deciding to make up her holiday Cherry Walnut bread for the neighbors, she went to the kitchen. Her refrigerator revealed she had all the necessary ingredients but eggs. Since there was a small market just two blocks away, she decided to walk over for the eggs while Noel slept peacefully.
    She grabbed her red coat and headed out into the snowy afternoon. As she walked in the snow, her thoughts kept returning to the very complicated, the very sexy, the very exasperating man sleeping on her couch.
    â€œY OU DO KNOW I’m planning to have my way with you, don’t you?”
    Noel decided he must be dreaming.
    His real estate agent was behaving very unprofessionally. The look in her eyes was one of planned seduction. She twirled one of her sexy curls with her forefinger as she flirted with him. She had changed into a provocative outfit. The baby T-shirt clung to her soft breasts. He knew they’d bounce when she walked, because he’d seen them do just that. His agent, it seemed, didn’t have the need or desire to wear a bra. The beige cotton drawstring pants were tied loosely, so they rode low to reveal a cute-as-a-button navel.
    A navel he wanted to explore with his tongue.
    â€œI’d be much obliged if you did just that,” he heard himself say.
    â€œDo you want to touch me?” she asked, remaining just out of range.
    â€œDesperately.” He reached for her, but she evaded his grasp.
    â€œFirst the rules,” she explained.
    â€œRules?”
    â€œUh-huh. I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.”
    He thought a moment. It wasn’t the best deal, but it was better than no touching at all. He lifted his hands in surrender. “Okay, you’re the boss. I’m your playground.”
    â€œWhy don’t I trust you?” She studied him a moment, then ordered, “Put your hands behind your head.”
    â€œDone,” he said, following her