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eyebrow at her.
    “I was planning on changing but I didn’t want you to throw another tantrum about waiting,” she countered.
    “You haven’t seen a real tantrum, yet, my dear,” Tucker replied unperturbed by her sarcasm, and pressing past Lilliana.
    “Excuse me. Did I invite you in?” Tucker’s pushiness reminded her of her ex-husband and how forceful he was on their last visit, and she was less than amused.
    Tucker ignored her remark and made his way around the living room, looking casually at the p ictures on the mantle and wall.
    Tucker offered her a sudden arresting smile, “I love this CD. It’s one of my favorites. Care for a dance?” he shimmied his hips teasingly.
    A dance with Tucker was the last thing Lilliana wanted and she sure as hell didn’t need him bumping those fantastic hips of his all over her.
    To Lilliana’s dismay, Tucker continued to sway to the music, his toned body rhythmically moving to the upbeat jazz tune.  Tucker gave her a crooked smile and motioned with his index finger to come hither as he mouthed the words to the song Come to Me. Lilliana squeezed her thighs together for some kind of relief from the throbbing that Tucker was causing between her legs. She took it back; she wouldn’t mind Tucker’s hips grinding into her after all, along with that nicely sized package she had eyed earlier. Hot damn that man could move. Lilliana wondered if he had the same musicality in bed that he had on the dance floor.
    “Hellooo. I’m talking to you,” Lilliana stated, trying to ignore Tucker’s taunting.
    “I heard you, I just choose not to respond. Anyway, I’m not a vampire, I don’t need an invitation into your home to take what I want,” he hummed out in a sing-song voice.
    Like hell he wasn’t a blood sucker, she thought. “Listen here, you smug…”
    Tucker spun around rapidly at the tone of Lilliana’s voice. His playfulness was gone and his eyebrows pinched together. Tucker was glaring at Lilliana much like he had been in his office. The sharp reprimand he gave her earlier, along with the threat of a red ass, was still ringing in her ears and she shut her mouth.
    “It’ s late and I have to work in the morning,” she said more politely, but still very aggravated.
    Tucker’s smile and good humor returned, and he continued dancing around the room. “Regardless.”
    “ Regardless of what ?” Lilliana asked, not knowing what Tucker was getting at.
    He glided to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and seated himself facing her.
    “ Regardless of whether or not you and I have to work early, you owe me dinner and I expect you to follow through with it. Seeing as I already ate, I’ll settle for dessert.”
    Now Lilliana was the one who stood with her mouth wide open. Was he kidding? And what the hell did Tucker mean by dessert?
    “Look, I’m not sure what you think is going to happen here, but you really need to leave,” Lilliana declared.
    “And I will, after you’ve prepared something sweet for me. I hope you can cook, Ms. Norris. I’m in the mood for something sweet but light,” he said resolutely, digging his heels in. He loosened his tie, took his jacket off and draped over the back of the chair, making it very clear that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Something fruity and light,” he added.
    “You’re fruity and light in the brains,” she mumbled, making her way toward her bedroom.
    “What was that you said?” Tucker asked with a raised eyebrow.
    “Nothing. If I’m going to cook, I need to change,” she replied.
    “Don’t change on account of me. I’m growing quite fond of your choice of attire - booty shorts and all.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
    Lilliana kept moving when Tucker’s voice resonated loudly.
    “ Ms. Norris, I thought I made my wishes clear. Do. Not. Change.”
    Lilliana turned expecting to see a harsh look on Tucker’s face, but instead she was greeted with soft brown eyes that danced with mischievousness. It was quite