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Right through the back and into the dressing rooms, which I know she thinks is forbidden territory.

“There’s a cock in the henhouse,” I tell the ladies as I walk through. “Better cover up what ye don’t want seen.”

“Not like you haven’t seen it before,” Selena says as she parades butt naked through the room.

I don’t even spare her a second glance because I’ve only got one arse in mind. And I see her glancing back over her shoulder at me as she finds the door on the opposite side of the room.

She’s in heels, as always, and Christ she’s fast for such a wee little thing, but I catch her just outside in the parking lot before she can get away.

“Where ye off to so fast, Satan?”

She smiles up at me, and her eyes are all flint. Beyond that, there seems to be an additional wall of armor that wasn’t there the last time we spoke, and I can’t figure out why.

“Hey, Ace,” she says coyly.

“If you keep looking at me that way, baby doll, I’m liable to catch frostbite.”

Another smile.

“Don’t you know the devil plays with fire, not ice?”

“What are ye doing here?” I ask her again.

“Just came to see Mack.”

It feels like a lie, but almost everything the woman says is a lie.

“Well ye’re here now, so come and have a drink with me.”

“Not really my thing,” she says.

“Then what is your thing?”

“You looked cute.” She looks away. “With the baby. You’re good with them. Should have a few of your own someday.”

“I intend to,” I tell her. “How do ye feel about three?”

She’s horrified by the idea, and I laugh. It’s not often I can rattle this chick, but babies are the thing. She’s terrified of them, and I can’t figure out why.

Her unsteadiness doesn’t last long. Scarlett never lets any man have the upper hand. She uses the best weapons at her disposal to throw me off balance by inching closer, running one of her hands over my bicep and down to toy with my fingers.

“I’ve always wanted to do it in a dark alley,” she whispers, and her voice is all honey.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” My own voice is too rough. “I’d need to take you back to my place first. Because once I got my hands on you, I wouldn’t want to stop.”

“Nobody’s telling you to.”

She smiles, but it’s all fucking lies.

I wish that it was genuine want in her eyes, but the only thing there is destruction. And I won’t be another one of her games.

“Scarlett?” I whisper in her ear as I reach down and cop a feel of her generous ass.

“Yes?” she murmurs.

“It’s time for you to go home now.”

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