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awkward in asking her, like he had never had anyone up here. But come to think about it he probably hadn’t.
    “I’m not hungry, but a glass of water would be great, thank you.”
    He nodded once and walked into the kitchen. Kettah took that moment to look around at his home. It was small, but much larger than what it appeared from the outside. The living room was to her right, with a flat screen TV hanging on the wall, a long brown leather couch across from that, and a matching leather chair sideways so it faced the lone window. That was it, and Kettah found it very depressing. No pictures of friends or family, and no sentimental items sitting in odd places around the room. But she reminded herself, for the millionth time it seemed, that Maverick was not a normal male, especially not with the life he had led. He held a lot of secrets, and ones she didn’t want to know. The kitchen was to her left. It was black marble with stainless steel appliances, but it was also bare. No coffee pot, knife block, or toaster … nothing. He came back out and held the glass of water out to her. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she had asked him for it because it looked as though he needed something to do. The fact he seemed on edge was crystal clear, and it was all because of her.
    “Thank you.” She took a small sip and watched him over the rim of the glass. He nodded again, and they stood there for a moment just staring at each other until she started to feel slightly uncomfortable and looked away first.
    “All right, well follow me, and I’ll show you where you can sleep.” He turned, and she had no choice but to follow him. There were only two doors down the hallway, one on each side of her. She presumed the one they passed to be the bathroom. He pushed opened the other door and stepped aside for her to enter. The room was just as barren as the rest of his place. The bed was the main focal point, but it was nothing more than a mattress on a frame, and covered with a dark comforter. A nightstand sat lonely beside that, and a stainless steel lamp atop it. “You can take the bed.”
    She looked at him, and then again at the bed. She couldn’t help the image that slammed into her head, the one that had her picturing both of them on that mattress without a stitch of clothing on. God, control yourself . She cleared her throat, hoped her face wasn’t as red as she thought it was, and looked over at him. “But where will you sleep? I don’t want to take your room. The couch will be fine for me.” She was suddenly struck by how much bigger he was than she. But maybe that was because she was currently picturing them naked and between those sheets? He was tall and so very muscular, and although she wasn’t thin by any means, and had even been called fat by her father and brother on more than one occasion, Maverick made her feel tiny.
    “You’re fine. I’ve slept on far worse, believe me.” She didn’t bother arguing, because she knew she wouldn’t win regardless. His scent saturated everything, and the idea that she would be sleeping in his bed, becoming covered in the dark smell that came from his inner lion, was like an olfactory orgasm. “I don’t have anything that will fit you, but you’re more than welcome to my t-shirts.” He moved past her, and the side of his arm brushed against her. Even with her life on the line, her father and his men no doubt hunting her down right now, and the fact she was in the bedroom of the once most feared and revered hit-man to run in the organized crime circle, she couldn’t help the tightening of her body, of the fact arousal started to take hold of her. It had only been that one small brush against her, and she hadn’t even felt any bare flesh, but her cat rose up and started purring. It was an odd feeling to have her animal take an interest in this male. Her Pallas’s cat was more reserved, kept to itself, and never emerged because survival was far more important than