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information.”
    “Oh, dude. That is rotten luck.”
    “No kidding. So here’s my dilemma. I still want to get that info, but she’s pissed at me.”
    “No problem, my friend. I will seduce the witch and get the answer you seek.”
    “Like fuck!” He shouted the refusal, and Felipe arched a brow. Mictain tried to shove his sudden anger back down. He didn’t understand where it came from. The offer was perfectly reasonable, even generous given Felipe had never met Marigold, yet, it didn’t sit well with him at all. The thought of Felipe kissing her and touching—Mictain clenched his fist lest he lash out. Jaw tight, he said, “This is my assignment and my fuck up. I’ll take care of it. What I need from you is advice on how to get her to forgive me.”
    “Apologize.”
    “With jewelry, chocolate, or flowers? Or should I do all three?”
    “Why don’t you try with words?”
    “You mean tell her I’m sorry? No way.” Mictain shook his head. “That seems too simple. No way is it going to work.”
    Spreading his hands, Felipe shrugged. “Hey, you asked . I’m just telling you what I’d do.”
    “Does it work for you?”
    “Don’t know. I don’t usually piss off my lovers in the midst of getting a BJ.”
    The reminder deflated Mictain. “Any more advice?”
    “If you like this girl, then just follow your instincts. Forget about what Lucifer wants. Trust yourself.”
    “I never said I liked her.”
    Felipe shot him a wry smile. “You didn’t have to. Your actions speak for themselves.”
    Really? Then he wished they’d speak more clearly to him because he didn’t know what to make of the emotions one fragile mortal inspired. Not completely true. The lust she engendered he could easily solve—between her thighs or lips . It was the rest of it, the possessiveness that reared its head and the urge to see her again that didn’t make sense. Like her? It seemed too simple of an explanation.
    Great. Now I have a second mystery to solve. And a second surprise date to prepare for.

Chapter Eight
    “What do you want?” Marigold spoke brusquely to hide her shoc k— and yes,pleasur e— at seeing Mick again. Of course, she’d have felt more on even ground had she not just gotten out of the shower wearing only a towel, a state he seemed to enjoy judging by the bulge growing at his groin.
    He grinned at her, not at all put out by her not-so-warm welcome. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”
    Actually, she was happy he’d come back, which really annoyed her. “Gee, let me see. Happy to see a guy who faked interest in me so he could get head and information? Screw off.” Marigold went around him into her bedroom, but like most pests, he wouldn’t leave.
    “Listen, I am sorry about that. I was under orders from the big man himself.”
    “Yeah, well, bully for you. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get dressed.” Marigold stared at him boldly and when he didn’t leave, she dropped the towel. She smirked at his dropped jaw and then turned to dig through her closet for something to wear.
    “You really aren’t like other women , are you?” he said, a hint of wonder in his tone.
    She ignored him , although she considered his words a compliment. She prided herself on her unique nature. She stepped into a skimpy g-string, her movements more sensualthan usual. Having him watch her dress was having a disturbing effect on her libid o— in other words, she was wet and not from the shower. Pissed that even after she’d pegged him for a using piece of scum, she wanted him, she decided to screw with him by turning to face him while she hopped, pulled, stretched, and squirmed into a tight pair of leather pants. The look on his face was priceless, although his smoldering eyes made her want to yank down her pants and scream, “Take me!”
    Her nipples hardened at her dirty thoughts and he licked his lips, his eyes riveted to them. Men! She skipped her bra to wear an almost sheer top that tied around her neck and