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His hands had been very unexpected. The nerve of him! Or rather the cock-sureness, was something Angie had never come across in any man before. It intrigued her . . . He intrigued her . . . How could someone be that confident of themselves? No wonder this guy had gotten away with what he did for a living for so damn long! Well not any more, Angelica decided. She would teach him a lesson tonight.

He touched her, held her like he had every right too. Her gaze locked with his. Would he dare venture lower? And why was she enjoying the anticipation more then she should? It wasn't right. But caught in his sinful gaze, she seemed to forget all that.

“Well . . .” He replied to her question with a devilish grin and a raised brow. “Which ever is closest . . .”

And then his hands moved from their dangerously low position on her back and clasped her hand. His hold strong and warm as he pulled her along, much to Angelica's surprise. She couldn't believe he actually thought she would fuck him straight after just meeting him for the very first time! They didn't even know each others names! Well, she knew his. But of course, he didn't know that! They were practically strangers!

Angelica found herself actually being stopped in front of a closet. She didn't know whether to gape in horror or laugh in amusement. Truly, she was torn between the two. The presumptuous vagabond! As if she would ever!

Opening the door, he suddenly turned, leaning his weight on the door frame he gazed at her. He said nothing. God but he was handsome! She almost thought twice about what she was going to do. Or rather, considered joining him in the closet in reality . . . To slip her hands under the Armani suit jacket that hung off his broad shoulders perfectly and run her palms down his firm chest . . . Her mosey green eyes came to rest on his lips . . . Lips that could-

“Careful Anderton . . .” The voice in her ear broke Angelica's fantasy, much to her regret or relief.

Taking a step forward, so she was standing merely a breaths space a part from him, Angelica placed her hands under his suit on his chest, just as she had fantasized. He was as solid and lean as she had imagined.

“Won't you tell me what it is you like?” Her lips pressed against his ear, her hand rubbed his chest as she whispered seductively. “And I'll do all those things for you.” Her warm breath a sensual caress. “If I give it to you once you know you're going to want some more . . .” She began to gently push him back into the open room; her hands freely roaming his chest, enjoying the feel of him; her lips glued to his ear, certain he could feel her smile. “You are going to scream and shout it . . .”

She almost didn't want to. It was so tempting to just let him have his wicked way with her . . .

“That is, if you wanna get out of here.” Her laugh was short as she pushed his chest hard, nudging him past the threshold; grabbing the door handle and slamming it shut. She quickly placed a chair beneath the closed door at an angle to stop him getting out.

Angelica chuckled to herself for a moment as she peered at the door. What in Gods name had possessed her to do something like that?! Maybe, she told herself, it was it was the arrogance he seemed to ooze. Or maybe, it was the fact that he dared to be so forward with her. Dared to touch her . . . Like she was his property.

“Atta girl Anderton!” Doyle's voice buzzed in her ear again, like an annoying bumble bee that just wouldn't buzz off. “Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen!” He laughed.

But did she want to keep Dmitri Kasovski keen . . . ?

Of course not! She just had to gain his confidence. At the very least befriend him to make life easier for Jack but . . . After meeting Dmitri . . . Angelica felt for the first time as if she was way in over her head. Plus, and more significantly . . . She liked his touch on her skin more then she ever professionally should, liked the way he spoke, the way he carried himself . . .

It was then, Angelica told herself to stop being ridiculous! Realizing the train of her thoughts. As if she'd ever be interested in a criminal like Dmitri Kasovski?! As if she couldn't do her job because of one man with too much charm?!

Angelica, scoffed at herself, giving one more glance to the closet door – he'd be breaking it down any minute now, she imagined – before she turned and walked back towards the Gallery.