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head and landed on the floor. He didn't as much as flinch.
    "Way to damage the merchandise." Gideon scooped up the bag of tea.
    She shook her head and grabbed the tea from him. I'm too tired for this. With a frown, she glanced at the clock and saw it was one o'clock.
    "Are you going to leave anytime soon?" she asked.
    "Nope." He winked at her. "I'm going to harass you all day"
    I'm going to kill myself, Nora thought, her eyebrow twitching.
    ****
    Four o'clock came surprisingly fast, considering the fact that Nora was being pestered by the world's most annoying fly. Or maybe time had passed quickly because she was being pestered. Of course, she wasn't happy about him hanging around. She'd spent the last three hours in a state of perpetual rage. In fact, she was so annoyed that she was certain she would be thinking about him tonight, even when he wasn't around. For some reason, the stupid man had wedged himself in her mind and stayed there.
    "What are you muttering about?" Gideon eyeballed her.
    She hadn't even realized she'd been muttering.
    "You, of course." She seized her purse , grateful her shift was over. "Did you enjoy spending the last three hours hanging around a tea shop for no reason?"
    "I had a reason." Gideon smirked. "You're my reason."
    She felt her face grow hot and gnashed her teeth. Why on earth was she blushing?
    "Has anybody ever told you that you have cute cheeks?" Gideon leaned closer. "You have a dimple right there."
    The man had the nerve to brush his finger against her cheek. The single touch made tingles zoom through her limbs, leaving her breathless. When she looked into Gideon's eyes, she let out a groan. He reminded her of a succulent dessert—rich, decadent, and completely unhealthy. The problem was she wasn't great at avoiding desserts. Heck, she'd had a piece of chocolate cake for breakfast. How could Gideon make her goo-goo eyed so fast? One second she was annoyed with the man, the next, she was tempted by him. 
    As Gideon kept touching her cheek, his words from the night at the bar echoed in her head: "I can make tonight the night of your life. One night of pleasure—no strings attached, no phone numbers exchanged." The words reminded her of Gideon's horrible intentions. This man was a danger to women everywhere. Heck, he probably carried more diseases than a sewer rat.
    She slapped his hand away.
    "Don't you dare touch me without my permission," she said.
    Gideon recoiled, his eyes darkening.
    "You're good," he said. "I'll give you that."
    "What the heck is that supposed to mean?" She raised an eyebrow.
    "I'm complimenting you." Gideon shrugged, the grin returning. "You have self-control like nobody else I've ever seen."
    Yeah, right. Two nights ago she'd eaten an entire package of brownies in one sitting. She had no self-control whatsoever. No, what she had was a brain.
    "Whatever." She tightened her grip on her purse.
    Just as Gideon opened his mouth to speak, the door to the shop opened and the evening clerk, Maura, walked into the room. Nora thought the woman looked like a pleasantly plump version of Jennifer Aniston.
    "Hey," Nora said.
    "Hey." Maura looked up. "It's raining like—oh."
    Maura laid eyes on Gideon for the first time. The woman gasped as her cheeks flushed. Oh, great. Even Maura stops dead for this playboy. As Nora gave a pained sigh, Gideon shot her a curious look.
    "We had a lot of sales this morning," Nora said. "I think the new strawberry green tea will be a big hit."
    "R-really?" Maura was still staring at Gideon and not paying attention to Nora at all.
    For heaven's sake, he's not that handsome! she screamed in her mind. But when Nora turned to glance at the guy, she realized that he was. He looked like he'd walked out of a movie. If only he wasn't such an animal…Her eyebrow twitched.
    "You okay there?" Gideon waved his hand in front of her face.
    She was yanked back to reality.
    "Fine." She turned toward Maura. "I'm leaving now. Mr. Fleas needs to be let