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upper torso like a bikini top, leaving her back and midriff bare. The material also clearly outlined her erect nubs.
    “Um, where are you going dressed like that?” he asked, his brows beetling into a frown.
    “Out.” She leaned over her dresser to peer into the mirror as she applied her makeup.
    “No, you’re not,” he stated sternly. “Not dressed, or should I say undressed , like that.”
    Marigold, her lipstick poised in front of her mouth , gazed at his reflection in the mirror and snorted. “You can’t give me orders.” But damn you’re hot when you’re acting jealous and possessive.
    “It’s not an order. More of a request.”
    “And the answer is still no.”
    “Is it because I didn’t bring flowers or chocolate?”
    She snorted. “You can’t buy forgiveness.”
    “I hear some men do with diamonds.”
    “I don’t wear jewelry.”
    “You really aren’t going to make this easy.”
    “Why should I? I’m not the one who pretended to like someone just so I could gather information.”
    “Does it help if I admit I wasn’t pretending?”
    Yes. Her heart fluttered, but she held firm. “No. Now, if you don’t mind, please leave. I have plans to go out.”
    He barred her way. “Listen, I came here to make things up to you. Can’t we just stay in and... talk ?”
    For a moment , she allowed herself to picture his mouth having an intimate conversation with her lower set of lips. Her sex quivered and she mentally shook herself. Down, pussy. We’ll get some action soon. At his expectant look, Marigold uttered a full-throated laugh. “Talk? Oh please, I wasn’t born yesterday. You can forget a repeat oral performance. I am going out whether you like it or not, and if I’m lucky, I’ll be the one getting a tongue lashing,” she said with a wink. Pushing past him, she dug through her front hall closet for a pair of heels.
    She left her apartment with him trailing after her, a big, dark masculine presence that made her almost reconsider. We could stay home, and I could let him prove to me just how sorry he is. I bet he’d look great on his knees pleasuring me. And over me, fucking me hard. And...
    Marigold scowled. No, I am not falling into his seductive trap again. He’d fooled her once into thinking he liked her. She wouldn’t fall for it a second time.
    H er high heels clacked on the pavement as she headed toward the club a few blocks from her place, which she frequented every so often when she needed to blow off steam.
    “So , where are we going?” he asked, flashing her a white smile.
    She scowled at him. “Go away.”
    “Nope.”
    She tried to ignore him, but her pussy wouldn’t , and a throbbing started below her waist. In her tight pants, she couldn’t feel the moisture, but she’d just bet it was there, dammed in her sex and waiting for an eager mouth to gush onto.
    F aster she walked, and the jerk, as if he knew, laughed, his rich baritone making her shiver. He mistakenly believed it was her lack of a coat causing the chill and he draped an arm around her, tugging her into his body. He was hot, and not just in the good-looking sense. His whole body radiated heat and she didn’t pull away. It felt too damn good.
    All too soon they reached t he lights and noise of the club. She slipped out from the warm cocoon of his arm, the cooler air making her want to duck back into him. Head high, and hips swishing, she strode up to the doorman manning the lineup. The gorilla in a t-shirt and jeans smiled when he saw her.
    “Hey , Mari. Did you bring me the stuff?”
    Marigold returned Frank’s smile and handed him a package. They’d come to an agreement a while ago. She gave him a free tonic to keep his bald pate hairless and shining, and he let her into the club whenever she wanted no matter how long the lineup.
    Before stepping through the doors, she turned and blew a kiss to Mick, stuck outside with the other wanna-be clubbers. Frank will never let him through. For some reason her