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         Angelica tried to ignore his lean abs and tight muscles and all that pale skin that she couldn't hide the desire to touch. But then she remember who he was. An arrogant criminal who had just gotten back up and lay back on her couch, instead of leaving as she had asked him. She didn't have the time or patience to deal with him. Especially, since his presence was having a very bad affect on her self control. Something Angelica wasn't used to.

"Guests are welcome. You're not." She told him frankly.

She was about to tell him where he could stick his leverage when the noise from his phone caught her attention. It sounded familiar put she couldn't place it. She frowned not understanding his next comment. When he first turned his phone on her, it took her a few seconds to realise it was her.

"Oh God!" Her eyes widened at what she was seeing. She lepted at him with only one thought in mind . . . "Give me that!"