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With a ed into jeans, cowboy boots, and a NASCAR T-shirt, and turned his shoulder-length hair fro around in front of her, once again blocking her path “Maybe this is ?”

She gave hi

Giving it another try, he went ginger and short with the hair, and decked himself out in a business suit “How about this?”

More staring He switched back to goth biker chic and stopped fucking around “Come home with me”

“Wow” She crossed her arms over her chest, which only drew his attention to her rack Niiice “You get right to the point”

He shrugged “Saves time”

“Were you planning to wine and dine me at least? You know, before the sex”

“No Just sex” Lots and lots of sex

He could already i in the throes of passion Could is, her roaned at the i in his head

“Oh,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcas, aren’t you?”

Not once in his five thousand years had anyone ever called hi But even uttered with sarcas anyone had ever said to him

“Don’t do that,” he growled

“Do what?” She stared at him like he was a loon

“Neverto touch her, he held out his hand “You’ll love my playroom”

She wheeled away like he was offering her the plague instead of his hand “Go to hell, asshole I don’t date fallen angels”

“Good news, then, because it’s not a date” And he wasn’t a fallen angel

“Right Well, I don’t fuck fallen angels, either” Shemotion with her hand “Go away”

She was rejecting hieon, with torture specialists and executioners as his playmates, he hadn’t exactly learned the art of seduction or even polite conversation But sex… he spoke that language fluently

She started to take off again, and he blinked, confused This wasn’t right He had his sights set on her, and she was supposed to surrender This was so The confusion morphed into a sensation he welcoh of the hunt