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blood drained out of his head and rushed straight to his cock as she crawled toward him, her body one sinuous motion after another that seemed to somehow indicate the hottest of fucking, until she knelt between his thighs. He white-knuckled the chair arms as she started at his knees and stroked up this thighs, stopping just short of his cock. “Please.”
    If he said yes, it would take less than a heartbeat to take control. She’d welcome it—he could read that truth all over her face. He thought back to the car, to how sweetly she’d submitted, to how unbelievably hot it’d made him. If he agreed, he could have that again. He could take it all the way to its natural conclusion and take her any way he damn well pleased.
    But she was Garrett’s baby sister.
    “No.” Z lunged to his feet, knocking her onto her ass. Even though every instinct he had demanded he make sure she was okay, he forced himself to turn and stride away from her. If there was one woman on this earth off limits, it was Little Sara Reaver.
    And she was the one woman he wanted more than his next breath.

Chapter Six
    Sara spent a restless six hours in her bed before she gave sleep up for a lost cause. Her knees and butt were a little scraped from the concrete outside the pool, but it was her pride that stung the worst. She was well aware that her self-assurance bordered on arrogance, but she’d been half a second away from giving Z the blow job of his life and he’d knocked her on her ass in his rush to put as much distance between them as possible. It made her want to shred something.
    Reject her once and she had no problem coming back swinging, even stoop to begging to get what she wanted. Reject her twice? No way. It was a done deal. She wasn’t nearly masochistic enough to keep throwing herself at a man determined not to touch her.
    No, he could just stay over in his side of this stupidly large house, and she’d stay here. Maybe they could work out some kind of kitchen schedule to really avoid each other.
    As if thinking about food was all the reminder her stomach needed, it growled. Loudly. Sara flopped back onto the bed. Why him? Why couldn’t they have picked some old, ugly grizzled friend of Uncle Rodger to keep me safe? Why did it have to be Z?
    As tempting as it was to hide in her room until her embarrassment faded, she wasn’t willing to starve herself to avoid him. Which was a damn problem because she didn’t have anything to wear. Sara had always seen clothing like a suit of armor—and armor was something she desperately needed right now.
    She dug through the drawers of the dresser, but it was empty save for a short kimono-style robe that barely hit the tops of her thighs. Not something she should be wearing if she wanted to convince Z she was done trying to seduce him. But the only other option was to wear the dress she’d had on last night, and the memories now attached to that made her want to toss it into the nearest bonfire.
    The robe it was.
    She belted it as securely as possible and headed down to where she hoped the kitchen might be. Three wrong turns and more rooms than she wanted to count later, she finally found it. And it wasn’t empty.
    Z sat at the little nook table, annihilating a bowl of cereal. He didn’t look up as she came into the room, just finished the bowl, got up, dumped it in the sink, and disappeared out the other door. Without so much as a fucking word or anything that would acknowledge her presence. Sara stared after him for entirely too long. Had she come down with the plague in the last six hours? Turned into a ghost? Because the only other explanation was that he was so pissed about what almost happened—twice—last night that he was ignoring her.
    “Men.” Needing to distract herself, she rummaged through the cabinets, finding enough food to feed a small army for a month. She grabbed a bunch of ingredients and arranged them on the counter. Cooking sounded really excellent just then, the more