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movements, waiting until she decided to explain her presence.
     
    He was briefly distracted watching her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths, then wiped her hands over her thighs. He was so focused on her lips, when she finally spoke it took a moment for him to realize that he'd totally missed what she said.
     
    “I'm sorry. Could you repeat that?”
     
    “How could you do this?” she repeated, waving the flowers in his face.
     
    “Excuse me?” He'd never had a woman get pissed at him for sending her flowers before. It was definitely a unique experience. “What is this, assault with a deadly tulip?”
     
    “They're not tulips; they're lilies. You should know. You bought them.” Her accusatory tone only added to his amusement.
     
    “And that's bad because…?” Patrick asked, honestly bemused. “You don't like the flowers?” What kind of woman didn't like flowers? “You aren't allergic, are you?”
     
    “Do you have any idea how much you've undermined my authority? Within minutes all my soldiers knew about the flowers. What did you think you were doing?”
     
    Patrick scratched his chin. “Wishing you a happy birthday?” He could almost hear her grinding her teeth, and he watched admirably as she visibly gathered her composure. He continued in a quieter tone, “And that's all I did. There's nothing more incriminating than that. No one would think anything of it, except for your reaction, of course.”
     
    She stopped to give him an irritated glare. After a moment she resumed her restless steps. “It's obvious there's an attraction between us.”
     
    “You think?” Even though he knew better, Patrick couldn't curb the retort.
     
    Lelia gave him another baleful glare, then resumed the clearly well-rehearsed speech. “It's just as obvious that nothing can come of it.”
     
    “It is?” Patrick interrupted, totally ignoring his own misgivings.
     
    “Gunnery Sergeant McBride, I am here under duress.”
     
    “Who the hell isn't?” he murmured under his breath.
     
    She inclined her head in apparent acknowledgment of what he'd said, surprising him, as he'd thought he'd spoken too softly to be heard. “I would like to get this assignment over with and return to my country. Any type of distraction is out of the question.”
     
    “Considering that this whole thing is just one big photo op, I was hardly in favor of it either. This country is fighting several wars at the moment, and my marines have better things to do than engage in public relations. No one wants out of it worse than I do. But I didn't reckon on one thing.”
     
    “And what would that be?” she snapped.
     
    Who would've thought he'd get so turned on by having his ass chewed by a woman? Especially one who could almost kick his ass. If she kept it up, she would probably give him a fetish. Of course, it only seemed to work when she did it. Which was probably a good thing, because Colonel Brown took special delight in ripping him a new one whenever the opportunity presented itself. Not to mention it would be damned uncomfortable to walk around with a constant hard-on. Still, something about those crisp tones and that precise enunciation made him want to suck her tongue until she screamed in ecstasy. He brought himself back to the conversation at hand. “Look, Lelia—”
     
    “I prefer Sergeant Assad.”
     
    “I'm sure you do…Lelia.” He couldn't seem to stop goading her. He watched her struggle to contain a wrathful response.
     
    “Please do continue, Gunnery Sergeant.” She bit off the words with a sharpness that went straight to his dick.
     
    He cleared his throat, trying to focus on anything besides her effect on him. He grinned back at her. “As you said, there's an obvious attraction between us. I don't understand why we can't follow it and see where it leads.”
     
    Lelia rolled her eyes in apparent disgust. “Typical American. Gunnery Sergeant, in my country, we don't date, at least not in the manner