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at him in irritation. He could have kissed her, and would have if she didn’t look like she’d tear his lips off.
    Poking him in the chest, she spoke to him through clenched teeth. “Listen, Rumpel stiltskin might want us to work together for the wedding, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with you beforehand too. I work alone. You take care of your end, I’ll take care of mine, and we’ll meet up at the wedding.”
    “Listen , witch, I’m not crazy about this either. You’re not exactly my ideal partner.” Outside the bedroom at any rate. “But I am not going to mess this up because you can’t control your hormones around me.” He intentionally baited her, not very nice of him probably, but with her real face showing—sweet freckles and all—he quite enjoyed seeing the color rushing to her cheeks and her mouth working soundlessly. He had something else he would have preferred to see her mouth working on, but he’d take what he could get for the moment.
    “Of all the conceited things! I am not attracted to you.” She lied without blinking, and really well too. Unfortunately for her, Ryker could smell the truth , and it was musky, not to mention distracting.
    “Okay, let’s pretend for a second you’re not pining for my body , which we both know is untrue. We still need to work together if this is going to work.”
    “Get over yourself. I am not pining for your body!”
    “Liar. Tell you what, how about I prove you wrong and kiss you right now? Wanna bet I can get you to drop your panties and beg me to take you?”
    Damn but she brought out his crude side. Unlike any other woman , though, she didn’t run away from his crassness, nor did she burst into tears; instead—and Ryker couldn’t believe this—she looked at him with something akin to admiration.
    “You wouldn’t dare ,” she snarled.
    “Try me.”
    They stared at each other, the air thick with tension, her scent, a mixture of angry ozone and simmering arousal, swirling around him.
    Come on, baby. Dare me. Do something. Make me kiss you. Beg me to fuck you. He almost growled in disappointment when she backed down.
    “Fine,” she said after a moment of silence. “We’ll work together , but no more kissing. Or touching. Now let me go.”
    Ryker let her loose, surprised she’d agreed so easily. He’d really hoped he’d get to plunder her luscious mouth again. He watched her step away from him and resume her magical facade.
    “Oh, would you drop it already ?” he said, following her outside. “I know what you look like, so there’s kind of no point.”
    “I happen to like this look,” she said coolly.
    “What, presenting yourself as a skinny, uptight bitch? Your real body is much hotter.”
    Using th at as his parting shot, he straddled his sport bike, crushing his aching sac. With a twist of his throttle, he shot off, eager to get home to relieve the pressure in his groin.
    A part of him wished things had gone differently because despite his adeptness when it came to masturbating, he feared the only cure for his massive blue balls resided between the creamy thighs of one foul-tempered witch.

Chapter Eight
    Long after Ryker had disappeared from sight, Evangeline continued to stare down the long drive, caught in a daydream where he turned around and rode back to her. In her fantasy, he wouldn’t say anything, he’d act, dragging her onto his lap, kissing her hard before they rode off together to find a place where they could tear off each other’s clothes and screw each other’s brains out.
    So vivid, so arousing, and yet at the same time, totally impossible. They hated each other. Wanted each other. Were complete opposites. Sexually, though, he was gasoline to her fire. She’d probably end up having to kill him. She just didn’t know if she’d sate herself with his body before she ended his miserable existence. A conundrum for sure.
    T he man is so goddamned annoying, but by the hag’s third warty tit, he is also