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dance over her hot skin. Her head spun again, making it hard to stay upright. But she’d be damned if she went horizontal before she got naked.
    She wanted all of that, and she wanted it now.
    And, damn, it felt good.
    Horrified, Jacob watched Bianca’s fingers slide down the front of her shirt, each inch revealing bare silky temptation. His mouth watered and his head buzzed.
    Before he could protest, hell, before he could drag his jaw off the floor, she swayed again. Her eyes softened, then blurred.
    He rushed forward, grabbing her just before she melted into the floor.
    “Bianca!”
    “You’re so pretty,” she murmured in a hazy drunk tone, looking as if she was trying to pick up a mountain, she lifted her hand to his face and swept those fingers along his jaw.
    His dick jumped as if she’d just petted it .
    The woman had just fainted at his feet, and he was getting horny. Nice.
    Disgusted with himself, Jacob lifted her into his arms and, after a dismissive glance at the short couch covered in green Muppet fur, he glanced toward the bedroom.
    Half-naked woman. Bed.
    Bad idea.
    He settled for the couch.
    “You need to sit down. Should I call a doctor? Family? Natalia or Anja? Someone?” He tucked the pillow behind her head, put another under her feet, then stepped back before he was tempted to touch anything in between.
    “I don’t know what happened. Sugar rush, maybe. I’m okay, though,” she said, her voice still woozy as she pressed the tips of her fingers against her closed eyelids.
    “Let me call someone. Get you a glass of water. Something,” he offered, hating how helpless he felt seeing her so weak. All of a sudden, bringing her back to Boston didn’t matter. He couldn’t care less about beating Lynn White or finding Robert’s daughter. Jacob just wanted Bianca safe.
    “No, I’m fine. Don’t call anyone. Just give me a second to do this right,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. Jacob hovered, hands ready to catch her, until he saw she was steady.
    “Do what right?” Were the women she worked for that controlling that they’d make her work after a fainting episode?
    He really did need to rescue her.
    “Strip. I’ve never done it before. It seems like it should be simple, but the simplest things are always the hardest, aren’t they?”
    No. His dick was the hardest.
    Something Jacob forced himself to ignore while he debated calling someone again. She looked okay, but incoherent babbling couldn’t be a good thing. Especially when she was babbling about things like stripping.
    His eyes darkened, narrowed as, against his will, he imagined her naked. Alabaster white skin, silky soft and bare. Were her nipples pink or peach? When his eyes dropped lower to her jeans, his own jeans grew painfully tight.
    “Maybe you should lay back down,” he croaked
    “I will,” she promised, pulling her shirt free of her jeans. “As soon as we’re naked.”
    Huh? His brain shorted, as if the live wires were sparking heat but not making any connections.
    Looking like something out of a dream, a very hot wet dream, she tugged the fabric higher, the red shirt a vivid contrast against her pale white skin. Jacob’s mouth went dry. His brain shut down. And horny took over.
    He should protest. He should stop her. But horny was in charge and howling for more. And more it got, as she finished pulling her shirt off, then shook her head so that cloud of night-black hair settled against her shoulders in a tousled invitation.
    Holy hell.
    She was gorgeous.
    “I thought you were here to fix the sink,” he muttered inanely.
    With her eyes locked on his, Bianca let her shirt drop to the floor. Standing before him wearing only jeans, boots and a black lace bra, she shook her head.
    “Actually, I’m here to seduce you.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    Jacob had lived a blessed life. He’d always got the job he wanted, had an almost impossible case win record and had spent most of his life deciding which of the women