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 What? You told me to  She caught herself. Ah, so this was the game she was a thief, and he
her mark and she was supposed to play it. It wasn t hard to imagine. The man before her was a one-
eighty from the man who had fed her cotton candy and kissed her on the Ferris wheel the night before.
One hand was still firmly gripping her hair, but the other had snaked toward her trench coat, pulling
her back, flush against the hard, muscled expanse of his chest. Her voice was breathier than she
would ve liked when she spoke again.  I m certain I don t know what you re talking about, and I d
appreciate it if you released me at once.
His laugh was short and mirthless, sending a frisson of fear through her even as heat collected
between her thighs. Damn, he was good at this.
 You think because you ve got a pretty face and nice tits that I m going to let you walk away?
Sorry, that s not the way I do business. He shoved her toward the bed and she landed heavily on the
silken mattress. If it hurt, she didn t notice. She was too filled with roiling emotions, each competing
for center stage. Fear, curiosity, and to her chagrin undeniable lust, almost vicious in its intensity.
She twisted to face him. He towered over her, black pants fitted to enhance the appearance of his
strong thighs, chest perfectly contoured beneath a tailored white shirt. A wall of stone. Unbreakable.
His smile in the dim light was chilling as he stared down at her. He didn t break eye contact as he
raised a hand to deftly remove one cufflink and then the other, speaking while he worked.  If you
were a man in my position, Miss& ? He raised his brows questioningly.
She racked her brain to supply a name despite the riot going on inside her and spit out the first thing
that came to mind.  M-Mary. Mary Mack.
Her heart tripped when his eyes twinkled, a grin tugging at his lips. She squinted, confused by the
sudden change in his demeanor. Then she glanced down at her clothes.
Yup, good old Miss Mary Mack.
All dressed in black.
Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she scrambled into a seated position. Only her second try
and she was officially the worst temporary submissive in history. Would he call the whole thing off
now that she d effectively dumped a pitcher of ice water on their steamy start with her unintentional
silliness?
To Rafe s credit, and her everlasting relief, his eyes went flat in an instant, and ruthless Mr. Welter
was back.  Do you take me for a fool, Ms. Mack? Plucking your alias from a child s nursery rhyme.
Do I look like a man to be trifled with?
He prowled back and forth at the foot of the bed, never taking his gaze off her as he meticulously
rolled each of his sleeves to expose his thick, muscular forearms. She swallowed hard, straightening
her posture to meet his gaze head-on.
 Honestly? She let her gaze trip over his body lightly and then shrugged.  You look pretty much
the same as any other man to me. She punctuated that with a cheeky wink.  Sorry to disappoint.
Well, hot damn, Mary Mack was a firecracker, and apparently, Courtney wasn t the only one who
thought so. A grudging respect lit her captor s face and she felt his approval from head to toe. Like
she d been out in the cold and suddenly found herself basking under the rays of the sun.
 Oh, I doubt you ll disappoint. While I might look like other men to you, I can assure you that s far
from the case, and the thought that I might allow you to fail me is one I wouldn t even entertain. He
leaned down, resting his palms on the covers of the bed to meet her eye to eye.  You will please me
tonight, little thief. And once you ve repaid your debt, you can leave.
She wet her lips nervously and tried not to fidget beneath his scrutiny.  Debt? I didn t even get to
take anything, she protested, moving to swing her legs over the side of the bed.  Heck, I didn t even
see what was in the safe. Something about the way he was towering over her was unsettling as hell
and the desire to stand was overwhelming, but the whipcrack of his voice had her freezing in place.
 Did I tell you to get up, Ms. Mack? His brows drew together in a frown so fierce she had to look
away. Still, she didn t have to answer his stupid question if she didn t want to. She firmed her chin
and stayed silent.
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