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offensive, something cliché, like, I've had a really long day. Maybe some other time ?
    "Unless, of course, you're seeing someone."
    Silvana swallowed past the lump of confusion in her throat. Seeing someone? Sure. In her deluded dreams. Did that count? She shook her head. “No. No one."
    The smooth bridge of Paul's nose puckered in disbelief. “Gorgeous girl like you? I don't believe it."
    A snort slid from her mouth before she could stop it. “You're kidding, right?"
    "Okay, so you're not seeing anyone. Are you in love with someone?"
    "In ... love?” Her heart did a flip-flop along with her belly. A moment later, her pussy clenched, following suit. “I'm ... haunted by someone. There. Does that make you happy?"
    "A ghost doesn't put a ring on your finger. So what do you say, Sil? I want a good, hard fuck. You want...” He leaned in until his mouth hovered a fraction of an inch away from hers. “What do you want?"
    This was her chance to push him away. This was—
    A shadow moved on the sidewalk, so swift and fleeting that she might have imagined it. Tension instantly immobilized her muscles, and a feeling deep in her gut told her she hadn't dreamt up the motion. Inching just far enough to the right so she could see past Paul's shoulder, she gazed into the darkness of the street.
    Rafael leaned against a lamppost, his arms crossed over his chest. The gesture tugged his black shirt tightly over his strong biceps. Even from this distance, she could make out the magnitude of his muscular legs, his broad shoulders, his firm chest. Although at least twenty feet separated them, his body pulled her like a tangible force.
    Their gazes met. Held. He didn't smile, or wave, or do any of a hundred other things that would indicate he was there. Hell, he had to know she was already aware of him.
    Though aware was probably the understatement of the century.
    Silvana sucked in a sharp breath, feeling more than a little hypnotized by his presence. She had the eerie sensation that the night air itself had changed, shifting to acknowledge the electric charge between them. A frisson of sensation danced down her spine and led to the apex of her thighs, where it caressed her pussy with whisper-soft promise.
    Her inner walls gave a sharp shudder of excitement and her nipples hardened. Heat flared in her cheeks. Her lips parted of their own accord.
    "Rafael."
    The son of a bitch had followed her home! She'd assumed he'd given up on her when she'd seen him walk through Madam Periwinkle's shop and out the other side of the lot. A few glances down the deserted street had assured her she wasn't being tailed when she left the shop, but now she knew better.
    She'd underestimated him. And she'd let her attraction to him—this magical magnetic pull or whatever it was—blind her to the darkness Madam Periwinkle had tried to warn her about.
    "Ah.” Paul sighed, but a playful twinkle lit up his gaze when he looked at her. “I don't know who that is. But since he's not here, will I do? Use me, abuse me, call me by a different name ... whatever. Just as long as it gets me into your pants."
    Despite the turmoil of sensations churning through Silvana, a giggle slid past her lips. Paul looked so absurdly cute standing there, practically begging her to take him upstairs.
    Her pussy ached, yearning for more of the sweet ecstasy Rafael delivered in her dreams. So what would it hurt?
    Her pulse quickened at the thought. She was horny. Rafael tempted her beyond belief—and satisfied her every desire—in dreams, but none of that was real. What she needed to think straight was a good, old-fashioned fuck.
    Hell, with any luck, getting laid would put her to sleep too. A deep, delicious sleep that left no room for uninvited guests.
    A small smile played at the corners of her lips. This time when she gazed into Paul's blue eyes, she tried to look beyond the façade that so enthralled her mother and see the bad boy beneath. She didn't need a straight-laced