victim, unless you mean to make things right.”
His voice ended on a husky note, and the predatory gleam in his eyes had her
breathing hard. The fact that her nipples immediately knotted into beads and her panties
grew damp only worried her further. It didn’t seem normal to be turned on and frightened
at the same time.
“Look,” she began in a shaky voice, “I’m sorry if you think I did something you
object to. You’re a good-looking man. And if I happened to glance at you a time or two
through Faith’s window into yourbrightly lit, exposed apartment, I apologize.”
He grinned, and her heart raced like she’d run a marathon. God, why couldn’t he be
an arrogant jerk with no sense of humor? Her fear faded as if it had never been there, and
suddenly her sex drive shot into high gear, shocking the crap out of her.
“Hailey, you have one hell of a fire in those hot, whiskey-brown eyes.”
Sure, but have you ever looked into her eyes? Frigid bitch, resounded in her
thoughts, and she wondered how Gage saw her as someone so different from the woman
her coworkers saw on a daily basis.
“I think you’ve made a mistake, Mr., ah…” she paused, waiting for him to fill in the
blank. When he continued to grin, his hungry gaze wandering over her body, she froze
him with the look she regularly gave Eddie at work.
Unlike Eddie, however, Gage didn’t frown or glare back in disgust. His mouth
quirked at the corner, and to her bemusement, she had an almost irresistible urge to kiss
him there.
“My name’s Gage. And if you want to know my last name, you have to take me to
dinner.”
“Take you to dinner?” she repeated blankly.
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“Yeah, if you want to stay out of jail for being a Peeping Tom, and if you want to
know exactly who you’ve been spying on.”
“I told you, I wasn’t spying—”
“Save it.” He held up a callused hand. “Dinner or jail? Your choice, sweetheart.”
