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sound.
    “What do you do?” she asked as she stood and began to organize her bags and boxes.
    “I’m an investor.”
    “A self-made millionaire, huh?” she commented, ripping the trash bags open, her clothes spilling out on the floor.
    “I did not inherit my money.”
    “That was vague,” she said with a grin.
    “I would not want to bore you with the details of stocks and the like.”
    “Maybe we can discuss it over dinner some time,” she offered, then quickly changed the subject, “I’ve noticed you’re an art collector. I saw the paintings in your downstairs hall and the sculptures in the backyard.”
    “You are very observant,” Dimitri replied.
    “No, I’m an unemployed art historian with a Ph.D.” Kerstyn’s eyes flickered to Dimitri where he stood just inside the room. The worst days of her life were rapidly turning into some of the best. Her eyes roamed his body, hungry to see the flesh beneath his fine clothing.
    When Dimitri’s eyes met hers, Kerstyn blushed and dropped her gaze back to her clothes.
    Every muscle in Dimitri’s body was tense. He could smell her sweet arousal and see the erotic images playing in her mind, but his thoughts went far beyond hers. His jaw clenched as he envisioned her 28

    legs wrapped about his hips as he drove into her, his face buried in her hair, his mouth inches from her throat, his fangs bared and ready. His body burned with desire and it took every ounce of his self-control to not make the fantasy a reality.
    “I should show you the garage,” he said, his voice rough.
    “You’ll need to select a car.”
    Kerstyn turned and smiled. “I think I am going to be like a kid at Disneyland—just want to warn you.”
    She followed him down the stairs, past the kitchen and a set of double doors. Her pulse spiked as she wished he would pull her into that room. His room. She shook her head, shocked by her overactive and overeager imagination. Ever since she met Dimitri, her thoughts and her dreams were plagued by sex. No one would hear her complain, unless she never got Dimitri naked in bed. She impishly smiled. I do have a birthday coming up and I can’t think of a better gift.
    The entrance to the garage was at the end of the hall. He pushed the door open and once again stepped aside to allow her access.
    Complete darkness greeted her until lights snapped on.
    “You may choose whichever vehicle you wish to borrow, though the Bentley has been claimed.”
    “That’s fine. I would be too afraid to drive it. With my luck, I would wreck it or scratch it or someone would steal it.” Her smile so was warm and radiant that Dimitri had to look away. She was beautiful and her bewitching smile made her dazzling.
    He stepped past her and began to stroll about the garage. He had to put distance between them.
    “I assume you like black,” she said, walking up and down the aisles between the disgustingly expensive cars: a new Ferrari 599, McLaren MP4-12C, a classic Shelby Mustang, and a Cadillac XTS, among others.
    “I do have one that is charcoal-gray. The new Audi A6.” Her eyes skipped over the cars until she spotted the Audi. He stood just to the side of it. The scene reminded her of a commercial or an ad in a magazine—sexy guy and hot car.
    “No way.”
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    Dimitri had never heard the phrase said so slowly. Joy unlike any he had ever seen before colored her face, her eyes wide with happiness. Her mouth dropped open with astonishment.
    “I can’t believe you have this car.”
    “I assume you want it?”
    “Assume away.” She lightly ran her fingers over the door handle. “You have no idea how much I have been wanting this car.
    Earlier today, I was wishing I would win the lottery so I could buy it.”
    “You are welcome to the car.”
    “I couldn’t drive this,” she protested, “it’s too nice. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it.”
    “I trust you.”
    His words shook her. How could he trust her with such an expensive car? They had just