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    His slow, sexy grin did strange things to her heart. “Miss Grant,” his deep voice shivered down her spine.
    “Mister McClain.”
    His probing eyes took in her waist length blue black hair that tumbled in glossy loose curls. He wanted to bury his hands in the luminous waves. The light makeup enhanced her fresh, creamy skin. The black mascara framed her beautiful green eyes to perfection. Her lips were a bubblegum pink gloss that made them look ripe and juicy. He wanted to bite her lower lip and sink his tongue deep inside her.
    Donavan blinked hard. He backed away. He intended to go to the pool house, change his clothes and meet the guys up at the mansion. But he didn’t like the flash of masculine interest in Miguel’s eyes, not one bit. The photographer openly flirted and kept touching her shoulder. Donavan speared the photographer with a look that made it clear – one more touch, just one more and Donavan would break every finger of the offending hand.
    Miguel scrambled away. He stood a respectful distance. He told Harper what he wanted. Donavan stood to the side, boldly watching. He dared Miguel to utter a word of protest. Go ahead and try. Miguel acted as if Donavan’s presence was perfectly natural. Harper made a shooing motion with her hand. Donavan raised a single eyebrow. He wasn’t going anywhere. Leave her alone with conquistador? Not bloody likely. Miguel checked his gear and lighting.
    “Okay,” he said, “Just relax, we’ll be done before you know it.”
    Harper nodded. She was nervous. Donavan could tell.
    “Just relax,” Miguel said again.
    She seemed ready to bolt. When she was terrified she cleared her throat, all raspy. It only happened a few times over the years. Once in English class she had to give an oral report on Shakespeare. Harper was so scared of public speaking, she rasped for five minutes until Donavan made funny faces at her from the back of the classroom. Harper ended up laughing and was able to give her presentation.
    Harper shifted mechanically. She cleared her throat yet again. Donavan’s eyes locked with hers. The heat between them seemed to melt her on the spot. Harper untied the robe and let it drop. Donavan inhaled a sharp – holy God almighty in heaven – breath.
    She was absolutely magnificent. A siren goddess sent to tempt and seduce. She held his gaze like a vixen, daring him to look away. He couldn’t if he tried. Donavan swallowed hard. His eyes hungrily devoured the round, ripe breasts. He could see her nipples harden in response to his burning gaze. Her skin blushed like peaches and cream, luscious, forbidden fruit he wanted to sink his teeth into. Her legs went on for miles, tall, curvy, voluptuous girl. Donavan was so aroused he could hardly breathe.
    Miguel finished. “Beautiful Bella,” he said.
    Harper smiled shyly but she never took her eyes off Donavan.
    “Thank you Miguel, good evening Officer McClain.” Harper pranced past him. Her luscious ass made his mouth water. Donavan blinked. He realized she wasn’t going to the pool house to change. She was headed to the mansion! The single cops and firefighters would be all over her in seconds. Oh hell no! Donavan caught up to her in two strides.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Going to the house,” she said with sham innocence.
    “Put some clothes on.”
    “No.”
    Donavan’s eyes narrowed.
    “It’s just a bikini, besides I’ve worked with these guys for years.”
    Donavan knew these men too. One look at her in the black lace bikini top with her juicy boobs and big squeezable ass she’d cause a riot. Harper kept walking.
    “Turn around,” he ordered.
    “No.”
    “Girl, don’t make me ask again.”
    Harper turned on him with hands on hips. “What are you going to do about it?”
    Donavan picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He heard her gasp of outrage. “Put me down!” Her glorious hair brushed the back of his knees and calves. “Put me down now or so help