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cars passed in the parking lot. Her eyes drifted slowly shut, and she felt his presence before he even said anything. It was something about how the air shifted around him. Her body unknowingly reacted to his nearness as her nipples tightened in response and and her heart beat a little bit faster.
    "Sleeping in the middle of the day?" Rameez asked quietly. His voice wrapped around her like a blanket and immediately made her think of lazy sex in the early morning rays. Unhurried. Sensual. Erotic.
    Opening her eyes, she sighed, stood, and stretched. "Just collecting my thoughts. What are you doing here?"
    "I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. And you didn't answer your door."
    "So you figured you'd walk around the hotel complex to do what? Peer in my windows and see if I was home?"
    Any pretense of friendliness dropped from his face, and his eyes hardened. "I'm not stalking you, Wynifred. I'm trying to end a feud, and you seem to be a little biased."
    "Biased?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. Snorting, she could only shake her head. If he only knew how she felt. "I spend more time with your cousin because he seems to care more about fixing things."
    There was no heat in her words. She was too tired to argue. Opening the sliding glass door, she beckoned him inside. Rameez easily swung his legs over the side of the patio and followed her in. "These are nice," he said in a neutral voice.
    The hotel suite was costing Haris a fortune, since her out of pocket expenses were included in her fee. She couldn’t complain. While it wasn’t home, it had everything she needed.
    "Do you want something to drink?" she asked as she headed to the kitchen. He lifted an eyebrow, and she shook her head. "Water, coffee or juice, Rameez. I'm not offering you champagne."
    He smirked. "Coffee will be fine, thank you." He looked briefly around her room and she wished that she’d known he was coming by, she would have tidied up. She knew that she wasn’t the neatest person around but she found that she worked best in what one of her college roommates had called “controlled chaos.” But as she tried to see the room from his eyes, she realized that it simply looked messy.
    When he turned back to her, the tension between them only grew as she poured the coffee into the filter. It wasn't an awkward tension like two strangers who didn't know what to say to each other or even an embarrassed tension from the remnants of a one-night stand. This was something entirely different, and she was afraid that with a single spark, they might both go up in flames. Finally, she couldn't take the silence any longer.
    "What are you really doing here? I know you don't respect my job, so I know you're not here about the feud. If you're concerned that I'm plotting behind your back with your cousin, you can rest easy. Haris and I have a professional relationship."
    "And what do we have?" he asked softly.
    "A less professional relationship, but that doesn't mean we have a personal one," she snapped. "It means that when we're together, you bring out the worst in me."
    "If that kiss was the worst in you, I’m dying to see your best."
    "Rameez, I'm tired. I don't feel up to playing your little mind games today, so why don't you tell me what you really want so we can both go about our day."
    He straddled the stool at the breakfast bar, and she tried to ignore the fact that he seemed to take up so much room. He sucked the air right from her lungs, and the mental images that danced through her head were less than professional. The man really did know how to fill out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and she wondered what he would do if she straddled him and kissed that gorgeous mouth. His taste still lingered on her lips, and she ached to feel his arms around her again.
    "I'm actually here to let you know that it's not safe for you to take a taxi anymore. There have been some robberies in the area, and I don't want you getting hurt. If you need a ride somewhere, call