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Dropping down onto her knees in front of the couch,
she dipped low to peek under. Two different-colored
eyes blinked at her from the darkness. She reached forward,
but the cat was too far away to grab. "Here kitty,
kitty, kitty. Come here. You don't want to stay under
the sofa all day. It's dirty. I never vacuum under there.
Come on, kitty. Don't you want to go home with your
new daddy?" Paige sure as hell did. If she was
Ethan's cat, she'd curl up in his lap and live there.
The thought of him stroking her caused a little tremor
to race over her skin.
"Paige?"
The sound of his voice made her gasp. But she kept
her head hidden under the couch so she wouldn't have
to look at how deliciously gorgeous he was. A woman
couldn't be expected to resist temptation indefinitely.
She had to get him and his cat out of here before she
jumped him.
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"She's being stubborn," Paige said as she swiped at
the cat in a vain attempt to grab hold of her leg. Her efforts
received a quiet growl from the animal. "Don't take that
tone with me, missy," she said to the unblinking, multicolored
eyes. "I'm not the one invading someone else's house."
"Maybe if we lure her out with a treat?" Ethan
suggested. "Do you have any tuna fish?"
Paige rose to a sitting position and glanced over her shoulder
in time to catch Ethan's gaze rising from a study of her ass.
She tried giving him a quelling look but was afraid only her
desire showed. The fact that Ethan had been studying her ass
turned her on almost as much as his kisses.
He smiled, not looking even a little guilty.
"I don't have any tuna," she said, too flustered
to say anything else. "What other treats does she like?"
Ethan reached out a hand and helped her to her feet. But
before she could catch her balance, he pulled her flush against
his body. With his free hand, he held a bundle of mistletoe
over their heads. "I don't know about her," he said.
"But I liked what we were doing in the kitchen."
And he kissed her again.
