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anyway.
    “And here I thought it was my sparkling personality. You get
more interesting all the time, you know that?”
    He kissed her quickly before climbing out and jogging into
the building, throwing one last grin her way before the door closed behind him.

Chapter Four
     
    The day flew by as she bounced between nervous excitement
and apprehension. Once alone, the full weight of every single second she’d
spent with him descended on her. It wasn’t that she’d been in his bed—or on his
table rather—within barely more than an hour of meeting him. This wasn’t the
needy Teryn of old seeking out solace with a stranger. She’d gone willingly,
eyes wide open, even while completely unprepared for the mind-blowing sex that
followed. No, the gratification of his talents was gratefully accepted.
    It also wasn’t that he looked as if he should be on the
cover of some men’s fitness magazine. His temptingly sculpted physique unnerved
her a bit but she wasn’t holding it against him that she wasn’t used to
anyone who looked like that paying attention to her. Or that she was just
insecure enough to have trouble accepting it. No, it was neither of those and
it wasn’t his incredibly direct way of voicing exactly what was on his mind— that, she found invigorating. Neither was it his sharp way of sizing her up, of
reading her easily as if everything was transparent when he looked at her. No,
that was also stimulating even if a little scary. A bit of a challenge to step
up and meet him at his own game. None of those by themselves was setting off
her alarm bells.
    Aside from him quite obviously seducing her as hard and fast
as she would let him, was that he needed it. Within that short first hour
of meeting her he had not only professed the growing desire for her, she’d
sensed it. More than once. It was exactly what she’d called him. Weird.
    Men generally didn’t do that. Stalkers did that. Gold diggers
did that. Desperate women who latched on to any man who paid attention to them
did that. Men who looked like Grant, all raw and sexy ruggedness with handfuls
of thick black hair waiting to be tangled in her fingers, deep-blue eyes to get
lost in, firmly molded muscle made for her lips to travel, and the most
sinfully hot piece of male anatomy she’d ever had the pleasure to touch—men
like him got what they wanted and then some. They didn’t need to crave it from
someone else. They did however, crave the thrill of attention. Until it wore
off.
    Not that she was even close to ready to think about anything
other than the fact that it would be only hours before she was facing him
again, and the almost certainty she’d be facing his delicious naked body as
well. While it all swirled in her mind, the one thing she decided for sure was
that she needed to remember this was likely going to burn hot, fast, and end
just as quickly.
    * * * * *
    The humming of her thoughts ran along with her the entire
day, living in her head as she tried to settle into her routine. She distracted
herself by taking care of things she needed to do, making sure her smallish one-and-a-half-story
converted farmhouse was at least relatively clean, deciding what to feed him.
She cruised the grocery store and bought way too much food as she always tended
to do when she had the chance to feed another human being besides herself,
which wasn’t often. But the annoying thoughts stayed there, just beneath the
surface, a constant reminder that she was just desperate and needy enough to ignore
them. Pretending they didn’t exist because the payoff would be way too good to
give in to them and think this through a little better.
    By the time six o’clock rolled around she was tense with anticipation.
No idea what to expect since their encounter had ranged from the extremes of
intellectual conversation, to ravenous sex, then back to sweet and
attentive—what would the evening bring? Conversation? Just more sex? Did it
matter? Her limbs felt tired just from