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live
in New Orleans now.”
    He leaned forward again, this time propping
his head up with his hand, and smiled. “I think I could listen to
you talk all day.”
    “I think you should probably go to bed and
get some sleep,” I retorted.
    The smirk was back. “You going to come back
with me?”
    “No,” I told him, trying my hardest to appear
unaffected by his suggestion.
    The smirk grew into a grin. “You’re totally
lying,” he informed me. “You think I’m hot.”
    “I think you’re drunk,” I informed him. And
hot, yes. But there was no way I was going to tell him. Again.
    He shrugged, the grin never slipping from his
face. “But that doesn’t stop you from thinking I’m hot. I can be
both.”
    “Cocky much?” I asked him, rolling my
eyes.
    He pulled himself back and allowed himself to
lean back into his seat. “Well, if you’re not hitting on me, why
are you here?”
    “Because apparently, somebody upstairs has
got a twisted sense of humor,” I told him, the statement verging on
a growl. I took a deep breath and forced the growing resentment
from me. “I’m going to start over. My name is Angelina, or Angel,
but I am also your Guardian Angel.”
    Joshua rose to his feet, the motion
scattering the empty bottles across the table. “And that’s where
your chat up line failed, darlin’, because there are no such things
as angels.” He downed what was left in the bottle and stalked over
to the bar.
    I swallowed nervously, keeping my stare on
the now vacant seat across from me. Quickly, I ran the last few
minutes through my head again. For the life of me, I couldn’t work
out what I had said to warrant that reaction – there had been cold
anger in his eyes. I took a deep breath and turned to watch
him.
    He had his back angled to me as he waited for
the bartender to get him a fresh beer. Through his black dress
shirt, I could tell he was still angry by the way his muscles were
tensed. My gaze dropped lower to his jeans. I don’t think they were
designer, but the way that dark denim hugged his backside made me
want to head over there and grab it.
    But no, even if the guy wasn’t an ass, and
even though he was tall, dark, and moody – and completely my type –
I was allowed to do nothing more than stare, and maybe dream.
Surely that one wasn’t forbidden?
    I pushed the X-rated images that were
beginning to form in my head, back into the recesses of my mind. So
far, my introduction hadn’t gone as planned. Well, if at first you
don’t succeed... I got up and moved over to him, taking my place
next to him at the bar. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean
to upset you.”
    He took a long drink of his beer, nearly
consuming it all, before he slammed it on the bar to look at me. My
breath caught in my throat again as his blue orbs smouldered.
Bedroom eyes. Joshua was looking at me with freaking bedroom eyes.
He took a step toward me and I made myself take a step back. He
kept coming at me and I kept walking backwards away from him, until
I hit the wall. Before I could duck out of the way, his hands were
either side of my head.
    With these shoes on, I had to be at least an
inch taller than six foot, and he still managed to stare down at me
as he closed the gap between us. I was frozen to the spot. I didn’t
think I could move even if I wanted to – and I didn’t know if I
wanted to.
    He raised one of his hands, using it to cup
my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as he stared at my
lips. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, peering at me through his
eyelashes. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he told me with a throaty
whisper.
    His lips were practically on mine. I could
feel the warmth of his breath, almost taste the beer on him, when I
finally snapped out of it. This wasn’t good. Well, it could have
been good, but it wasn’t right. I had no idea how far the rule of
‘no sex’ went, but until I did, I was not about to face the wrath
of an archangel.
    At the last minute, I