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his diffidence with these women? What man on earth wouldn't be dying to have immediate sex with them?
    Ty slipped his BlackBerry into his back pocket and grinned at her. "Good work. I couldn't have cleared the place better myself."
    She frowned. He wasn't supposed to be happy with her kicking his friends out. She'd been trying to get under his skin, piss him off a little.
    And he definitely wasn't supposed to focus his attention on her and say, "Looks like it's just the two of us now."
    What have I done? It was her own damn fault for thinking she was smarter than Ty. Or that she had a prayer of a chance of resisting him.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    It was a turn-on to watch Julie be such a ballbuster, even though he was pretty sure that wasn't the intended effect. He knew she wanted him to think she was in charge of the game, and he was perfectly happy to let her act like she was leading him around on a short chain. But he was glad she'd kicked his friends out of his house. Sure, he enjoyed the constant party, the sense that he lived in a resort with bikini-clad girls by the pool and an endless supply of good food and drink at hand. But sometimes it did get a little old.
    Sometimes he wanted to be alone for a little while. To turn off his smile, drop the banter, escape the pressure to be playful and sexy with the ladies. If he were a nice guy, he'd tell Julie that he hadn't slept with Cindy or her friend. But he liked seeing Julie jealous. Even more he enjoyed watching her work to tamp it down, to pretend that she didn't care who he slept with or how big the woman's breasts were.
    Oh yes, Julie cared. And Ty was extremely glad that she did.
    He hadn't spent a lot of time feeling bad about himself or wishing he could be a different person. He'd grown immune to insults long ago. Growing up with a drunk in the house did that to a guy. But somehow, when she said he was worthless, it kind of grated. Just enough that he noticed. Sure, she was only a youthful infatuation made more important by the fact that he hadn't seen her again after their one rocking night together. But he still wanted to impress her. And not just with his car and his house and his bank account. That wasn't enough.
    He was going to take her into his private sanctum beneath his house. No one, except the men who'd built it, had ever been below his garage. Ty had designed and furnished the space himself, to suit his needs on the days when he wasn't up for the party.
    "So," she said, "where should we sit down to start ironing out your new schedule? We'll need to get your agent on the line, as well."
    She was eyeing the large dining table, probably hoping she could sit at one end while he sat at the other.
    Not a chance.
    "I've got the perfect spot." He nearly laughed when she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She always was a sharp one, and a babe with brains was a helluva combination.
    "Follow me."
    They wound through the house and into his spacious garage. He touched a button on the wall and a five-foot section of the floor slid open to reveal a marble staircase.
    "Are you kidding?" she said, backing away in horror. "I'm not going to follow you down there." He laughed. "What do you think I'm going to do? Cut you up and store you in my freezer?"
    "Of course not. But—"
    Her cheeks grew pink and Ty filled in the blanks himself in his head. But you might kiss me and I might like it. And then we might end up with our clothes off. Again.
    At some point they needed to have a discussion about their past. Big stuff had gone down and it couldn't be ignored forever. But it was too soon.
    She was like a skittish horse, always on the verge of running. Fortunately, Ty was more than willing to be the Julie whisperer.
    To say that she was nervous as she walked down the long flight of dimly lit stairs was an understatement. What if Ty was some kind of freak like Picasso and had filled the walls with all sorts of S and M pictures? What if he had S and M equipment down there? Julie wasn't