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pulling my leg. Just admit it , Melissa. I promise I won’t be mad.”
    “For the umpteenth time. I did not send a GQ guy over to your pad. And I’ve got to go. Look , call me later. And please do anything, absolutely anything, I would with him. He sounds delicious.”
    Darius liked the sounds of this Melissa chick. The click on the other end of the phone meant his minutes were up. Soon it would be confrontation time.
    “Here. I had to guess your size. And I didn’t have much time. I’ve been summoned by my uncle and I’ve got to go,” said Rylan, his words a mad rush, as he dropped the heap of clothing at Darius’ feet.
    Darius knew he was wrinkling his nose. The clothes, if he could call them that , weren’t something he’d normally wear. More than anything he wanted to scream at Rylan and demand he go to Armani or Hugo Boss and grab something, anything from them. But with no other choice he shimmied into the faded jeans, amazed that they fit. Then he grabbed the pink t-shirt and forced himself to not rip it to shreds.
    He could hear Kassandra talking to herself. Realizing she was mustering her courage to confront him, he grinned as her words penetrated his brain. She was mumbling while brushing her teeth she’d be okay, cause he, the great hulking warrior was not going to be in her living room. She was finally going to confront him and not have it be a delusional birthday breakdown.
    Darius wanted to laugh at that one. So that was why she had been drunk last night. She’d celebrated turning twenty-five and from what little he’d overhead, her friends had set about getting her laid. Only it didn’t work. Why that thought made him happy gave him pause.
    The last thing he needed was to think about her feelings, because the truth of the situation made things bad. Capital bad for her. If she found out he was a Titan, he’d have to kill her. That was the number one law of the sea. A harsh law, but necessary. If humans found out that Titans actually existed, their way of life would end. How he was going to explain things to this woman boggled his mind. Before he could think of some plausible explanation, in walked Kassandra still muttering to herself.
    “You’re still here. Look mister, I’m not sure what game you’re playing but I’m not in to it. I’m giving you five minutes to leave.”
    “I’m not leaving. Like I said...we’re joined at the hip,” he said, looking around for shoes and socks. When they didn’t become apparent he rolled his eyes. Go figure, he thought, giving his body a good stretch in his new clothes.
     
    Kassandra knew she was staring. Who wouldn’t? Clad now in tight jeans that outlined the most gorgeous ass she had ever seen or dreamt about, he looked almost better now than he had naked. Her eyes kept getting distracted by everything. His tight abs, his long dark hair that fell gracefully past his shoulders, and those emerald eyes of his. They were sinful. Mysterious. And they screamed bad boy.
    All a djectives she knew she should avoid, because hurt usually followed all that kind of wonderful. Why she felt that way, she couldn’t fathom, but some instinctive part of her knew she had to get away from him.
    He calmly stretched his body, long arms rising over his head and causing every muscle in his abdomen to flex. Her heart accelerated.
    It was then that she noticed his t-shirt. Bright pink, it barely reached past his pecs. He strode back into her kitchen. The words “Honk if You’re Horny” outlined the back of his shirt in big black bold letters. Horny? The guy was a walking sex billboard. If she got any hornier she’d become a toad. She chocked on a giggle.
    Then she realized he was walking away from her and into her kitchen. Like he was making himself at home. In her home? I don’t think so. Her eyes narrowed to dagger points as she tried with all her willpower to get him to turn and walk out of her apartment door. Exasperated when that didn’t work, she asked the