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I glared at him. I wished nothing but for my glare to kill him right now. He was a nightmare! Why did Gwyneth have to go out? Now of all time?

I didn't want to speak with him. Not after those dreams, I had of him last night. My brain tells me to run far away from this man, his appearance screamed nothing but danger.

His smell was intoxicating, attractive and seductive. "What do you mean