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pain.”
    Desperate to regain control, he ended the
discussion about pain. “Call Rachel, Sex Pistol.” He watched her
smirk quiver as he eased back into his shirt. “She’s worried.”
    “I will.” She turned away to return the
alcohol to the cabinet.
    “Pirelli hasn’t bothered you, has he?”
    Cameron squealed as she slammed the cabinet
on her finger. “No.” She stuck the injured digit into her mouth.
“Why?”
    Max stepped closer and pulled her finger from
her mouth. “Just doing my job.” He wrapped his hand around hers and
massaged the swelling flesh.
    “Your job?”
    He nodded once and continued rubbing.
    “It’s not your job to protect me, Max.”
    He gave her a half smile. “Rachel would kill
me if I let Pirelli anywhere near you.”
    He stood confident she couldn’t argue with
his reasoning and decided to give her something else to think
about. His hand stilled just a moment before he lifted her finger
to his mouth, sucked it inside, and traced it with his tongue
several times. Her strangled gasp made him grin and he slowly
withdrew her finger.
    “Tempting a hungry lion with raw meat is
dangerous, Princess.”
    With one last cocky grin, he dropped her
hand, walked to the door and left her dazed and motionless in the
middle of the kitchen.
    As soon as Max untangled himself from the
sticky threads of Cameron’s invisible web, he gave himself a swift
kick in the ass. That was not supposed to happen. He was only
trying to turn the tables and prove to her that her teasing didn’t
affect him. But it did, and in the process of teaching her a
lesson, he’d made himself hard. He palmed the annoying bulge
between his legs. Miserably hard.
    He attempted to clear his mind as he got into
his truck and white-knuckled the steering wheel. Cameron was just
baiting him, trying to prove she always had the last word. He
snickered as he pulled out of the driveway. Not only had she not
had the last word this time, she hadn’t said a word at all.
     
    * * *
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     

    Cameron pierced the cement with her high
heels as she entered her downtown office complex and walked across
the lobby to wait for the elevator. The morning had been a total
waste of time. Between the two hours she spent to convince a very
stubborn client that leopard spots were probably not the best
choice for living room walls, and a series of hang-up calls on her
cell phone, she wanted to scream. To top it all off, she hadn’t
slept well. Yesterday’s excitement saw to that.
    Not only was she still humiliated that Max
rescued her from the tree, she was equally humiliated that she
allowed him to call her bluff. When she decided to tease him about
his pain, she had no idea he’d reciprocate with his own challenge.
A wave of heat rolled through her. The man was expertly skilled in
the art of seduction. How could he not be? Half-naked women threw
themselves at him daily.
    She stopped to think about that for a minute
as she stepped onto the elevator. She’d never seen Max with the
same woman twice. Most women would find that unattractive, but she
knew firsthand what a structured life he led. Max was a control
freak. A very dedicated control freak. She was willing to bet that
nothing interfered with his control. Including his individual
needs. A warm willing woman to scratch an itch once in a while was
definitely his style.
    Yet, when he took her finger into his mouth,
her pain traveled to a whole different part of her body and darn
near made her faint. She couldn’t remember being that aroused.
Ever. Seduction of that caliber took practice.
    Needless to say, sleeping had not been easy.
Max kept creeping into her thoughts and every time she dozed off,
it was as if he yanked her pillow out from underneath her. Even the
cat was so irritated he slept on the floor.
    Cameron yawned and heard her cell phone ring.
Juggling her purse and her sketch pad, she fumbled to find it
before it stopped. She finally grasped it with two free fingers