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  “Says who?”

  “Says her pussy when it’s stuffed full of my cock.” Keva gasped and smacked the hand that rested on her hip. She would have walked off but he yanked her back. Sebastian and Nick were locked in a stare-off. They were of equal height and of similar build. Keva looked around for her friends but couldn’t see over the crowd of dancing bodies. It was doubtful anyone even noticed anything amiss. No one seemed to be watching them.

  “Looks like she’s trying to get away from you, buddy. Why don’t you let her go so she can be satisfied by a real man?”

  “That man being you?”

  Nick grinned. “Of course.”

  “Mmm.” Sebastian nodded. He put her in front of him and then lowered his mouth to her neck. Keva inhaled as he hit a sensitive spot. Her eyes fluttered closed as he licked and nibbled. One large palm coasted down to her lower abdomen as he fit her hips to his so that she could feel his cock. The other hand cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over an aching nipple. When he pinched the aroused nub, she couldn’t contain her moan and she writhed against him. It was embarrassing how quickly she reacted to his touch. “Does she look like she’s not being satisfied?”

  Nick brushed past them. Next she knew, Sebastian was leading her off the floor. “Where—”

  “My house.”

  “My friends—”

  “They’re not very good friends if they were about to let a stranger drag you out of here.”

  He stopped at a dusty white truck that probably hadn’t seen better days in a decade and opened the door for her. She glared up at him, irritated with his presumptuous behavior. “What makes you think I’m going home with you? As I recall, I’m supposed to knee you.”

  He crowded her so that she had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact. “You’re supposed to do that when I’m trying to use you, not when I’m saving you.”

  “Is that what you call feeling me up in public?”

  He looked away and shifted from one foot to the other. When his eyes met hers again, they were full of sincerity. “I got a premonition that you needed me so when I saw that guy forcing you to follow him, I went…a little ballistic. I don’t want to leave you here when he might still be around.”

  “Oh.” Her anger at him evaporated. Fury was displaced by disappointment. For a moment there, she’d thought he might be jealous. She refused to examine why she even wanted him to be jealous. She got in the truck and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She sent a text to Amy and Dean to tell them that she had left with a friend. Sebastian got in and started up the truck. “When did you buy a house here? I thought you and your friends were from out of town.”

  “This is my second house here. It’s a flip.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re flipping houses in this market?”

  He chuckled. “I buy them cheap and do most of the repairs myself.”

  “You’re a man of many talents.”

  His eyes cut to her and then back to the road. “Yeah, I thought we’d already established that.” She couldn’t tell from his tone if he meant his psychic abilities or his talents in the bedroom.

  ****

  Keva followed Sebastian from room to room. He told her about the repairs he’d made as he gave her the tour. She was appalled to find out that he’d been sleeping on the floor since he’d purchased this house. In the bedroom he’d been using, he’d tacked a blanket to the window. When they finished the tour, he led her back to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but notice the violin leaning against the wall since there was no furniture. “It’s beautiful,” she told him. “But you’ve got to be exhausted living in a place with no furniture.”

  He shrugged. “There’s light, there’s plumbing. If it doesn’t sell quickly, I’ll have it staged. If that doesn’t work, I’ll rent it out.” Sebastian opened the fridge and removed a bottle of water. He held it up. “You want some?” She nodded and he dove back in for a second bottle.

  Their hands touched as he handed it to her. She felt needy and on edge from when he’d touched her earlier, but if he was affected, he didn’t let on. “Um, thanks for your help earlier.”

  “Don’t mention it. What are friends for?”

  She smiled, but she wouldn’t have described them as friends. She uncapped her water and took a long drink. Weary and a little depressed, she was ready to turn in for the night. Amy had booked a hotel room so that they could remain close to the action for the entire weekend. “I should call a cab.”

  “Nonsense. I can take you.”

  “You really shouldn’t. I’m sharing a hotel room with a coworker. It wouldn’t be wise for her to see you with me. She’s a Channel also and she’d be able to sense your abilities.” Deciding he deserved to know everything, she continued, “I was called in for a Channel review meeting Monday morning. Your file has been closed but one of the doctors is far from satisfied.”

  “I’m sorry that you’ve had to lie for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for what you’ve done for me.” He stepped forward and raised his hand to touch her cheek. “Keva, I—” Whatever he would have said was interrupted by the doorbell.

  He excused himself. The second he opened the door a cute blonde plastered herself to him, wrapping slender arms around his neck. Sebastian’s hands went to her waist. “Hey, I saw your truck. I was hoping you’d come over for dinner again if you weren’t too busy.” Her gaze met Keva’s over Sebastian’s shoulder. “Oh,” she said and gave a trilling, little laugh. “I didn’t know you had a guest.” She crossed with her hand outstretched. “I’m Sebastian’s neighbor, Becky.”

  Keva shook the other woman’s hand, certain that Becky did know she was here and that was exactly why she’d popped over. But if Sebastian had had dinner with her previously, maybe they had something going on. Judging from the greeting, it was likely. “Hi, I’m Keva.”

  “Nice to meet you. I’d invite you too, but I’m afraid I only have enough for two.”

  “That’s fine. I was about to call a cab.” She held up her phone.

  “You’re not,” Sebastian objected, snatching her cell. “I’m driving you. I brought you here. I’ll take you back.” He pocketed her phone and grabbed his keys and cell off the counter. He walked them both out and locked the door behind him.

  The drive to her hotel was made in silence. She insisted that he drop her off in front of the lobby. He seemed like he wanted to say something but she held out her hand for her phone. She smiled. “Thanks, Sebastian. See you around.” She climbed out and shut the door behind her. Though she wanted to, she refused to look back.

  Their hotel room was empty. She showered and climbed into bed. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to sleep. She didn’t want to think about Sebastian and what kind of relationship he might have with his neighbor. Nor did she want to contemplate the fact that he was only interested in her when he couldn’t control himself. And then his only interest was sex. She didn’t want to think about any of it, but she did until her head ached from holding back tears.

  ****

  Sebastian tightened his hand on the steering wheel as he drove about aimlessly in hopes of clearing his head. He could feel Keva withdrawing from him. It was what he wanted and what needed to happen, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He’d seen the look on her face when Becky was over and he’d wanted to straighten out the misconception. Sure, he’d gone to Becky’s for dinner, but only because he hadn’t been able to think of a good enough excuse to get out of it. In the long run, it was best this way. Maybe if she was angry, Keva wouldn’t give in to his demands next time.

  After driving around for about an hour, he headed back to the house. The first thing he saw when he walked in the door was the violin. In no mood to look at it, he grabbed it by its fragile neck, marched it outside, and flung it into the cab of his truck. Maybe he’d get lucky and someone would steal it.

  Chapter Six

  “Refill?” Dr. Larsen asked with a nod of his head at her half-empty glass of white wine.

>   Keva shook her head. She’d been nursing the same glass for the last hour. When it came to liquor, she was a lightweight. She could already feel a pleasant buzz from the small amount that she’d consumed. She needed to keep her wits about her. She’d felt the eagle eye of Dr. Garcia on her throughout the evening. Keva imagined the woman would love for her to become soused so that she could interrogate her further. Others didn’t have the same qualms as she. Several of her coworkers were taking advantage of the free drinks.

  IOP had announced this after-work mixer two weeks ago. It was supposed to serve as a welcome to two new doctors on staff, though they had actually been on staff for a month. They were in the IOP lobby, the only room open enough that could fit all the staff. Decorations were minimal—a banner welcoming doctors Kline and Fuchs.

  “You need to learn to relax,” he said with a kind smile that made his light blue eyes twinkle. He had boyish good looks that gave him a youthful appearance, though Keva would have put him at about forty.

  “Oh, I am relaxed. I’m trying to avoid being comatose.”

  He chuckled. “Now that the speeches are over, hopefully the threat of that is reduced.”

  Keva laughed. “They were rather dry,” she agreed in a low tone.

  “No need whispering. It’s not a secret.”

  “No IOP get-together would be complete without a lengthy talk before the festivities can commence.”

  “Of course not,” he said with a straight face. “Don’t want the employees to enjoy it too much.” Finally his grin broke through. “But the free liquor helps.” He lifted his glass and emptied it in a gulp.

  Keva shook her head. “Be careful. You don’t want to end up like that.” She indicated Dr. Miller with a nod of her head. The man was well on his way to being drunk. His face was florid, and he seemed to be swaying on his feet. Tomorrow was a workday. IOP scheduled these events midweek in the hopes that the staff would take that into consideration and not overindulge. In the case of Dr. Miller and a few others, it wasn’t enough of a deterrent.

  “Never that.”

  Taking a last sip of her wine, she placed the glass on the tray of a passing waiter. Glancing at her watch, she determined that she had done her duty. She’d been seen by the higher-ups. She’d welcomed the new doctors. She had no desire to hang around and watch people embarrass themselves. “Well, I’ve had enough. I’m heading up.”

  “I’ll come with you.”

  “I don’t want to pull you away from the fun.”

  “Please do. You’d be doing me a favor. But if you insist on feeling guilty about it, you can invite me in for coffee.”

  “Tonight is not your night,” she said, leading the way to the elevators. “I’m out of coffee.”

  He slid into the elevator with her. Leaning casually against the railing, he said, “I’ll take tea instead.”

  She smiled. But then she noticed his admiring expression. Her breath caught. He likes me. He’d always been nice to her but she had no idea that he was interested in her romantically. Though he was handsome, she wasn’t attracted to him. “Um, I’m not really a tea person. Maybe some other time?”

  “Sure, but I’m going to hold you to that.”

  Keva was relieved when the doors opened on her floor. “See you tomorrow.” She gave him a small wave and hurried away to her apartment before he could suggest some other beverage.

  Two steps inside her place, she stopped with a frown. Music drifted down the hallway from her bedroom. She didn’t own a radio and her mp3 player was broken. Had she left the television on? And then recognition hit as she pushed her way into her bedroom. It was violin music.

  Sebastian—no, Bastian—sat on her bed dressed in only a pair of black briefs playing the violin. When she’d entered the music had been poignant and heartbreaking, but then he saw her and the melody changed. It became seductive, stroking, spilling over her skin like an electrically charged blanket. She could feel it in her limbs, fingertips, and her face. It skated over her scalp, a mental orgasm that made her shiver.

  His hair fell over his muscled shoulders, a black silk curtain that swayed as he moved the bow over the strings. It was a breathtaking sight. He was absorbed by his music. His concentration pulled her in, holding her captive when she should have been running. When he stopped playing, the final note resonated before fading away.

  “That was beautiful. I’m no expert, but you’re very talented.”

  He grinned. “I think we’ve already established that.” He put down the violin, bowed, and stood.

  Keva recalled Sebastian using similar words. His eyes were normal, the color of twilight. “Sebastian?”

  Inhaling, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Guess again.”

  “Just checking.” She spotted his clothing at the foot of her bed. Snatching up his shirt and jeans in one fluid motion, without a pause in her stride she marched across the room to him and shoved them at his chest. “Get dressed and get out.”

  He allowed the jeans and shirt to drop to the floor. Capturing her wrists, he tugged until their bodies were flush. Before the idea to fight him could fully form, he cuffed both of her hands behind her back in one of his. “Now what?”

  That deep voice of his never failed to elicit a reaction from her. She knew what she’d said she’d do, but she just couldn’t do it. But she could threaten it. “Now I make you sing like a castrato.” She nudged her knee between his thighs.

  Bastian grinned. “And ruin our evening?” He took her mouth in a slow, gentle kiss, his lips moving across hers. The tenderness seduced her in a way that force could not. Before she knew it, she was opening her mouth to him as his tongue sought entrance. She moaned at the languid, hot slide past her lips, and then against her tongue. He used his other hand to tilt her head so that he could deepen the kiss further. It went on and on, a heated, lazy seduction that had her pussy pulsing and her nipples tightening. He ground his hips into hers, not bothering to conceal how much he wanted her.

  Sebastian buried his face in her neck, his hot breath on her sensitive skin making her shiver. “Last time was too fast, Keva. Tonight, I’m going to—” A loud knock interrupted him. Keva gulped as he released her. She should be relieved. Instead, she was disappointed that he didn’t finish his sentence. “Are you expecting someone?”

  Breathless from his kiss, she shook her head. She made her way into the den on shaky legs. Dr. Larsen smiled at her through the peephole. He held up a bag of coffee and shook it from side to side. Keva suppressed a groan. She was hoping that he’d taken her subtle hints that she wasn’t interested in him. He was a nice guy, and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

  She opened the door. Dr. Larsen didn’t wait for an invite. He brushed past her. “I found an entire bag of caramel-macchiato-flavored coffee. Don’t worry. It’s decaf. I must have bought it when—” He broke off. Sebastian had followed her out of the bedroom and leaned casually against her fridge, arms crossed over his bare chest. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had a guest.”

  “Um, yeah. Dr. Larsen, this is…” She wasn’t sure if she should give his name.

  Sebastian solved the conundrum for her, stepping forward, his hand outstretched. “Bastian,” he said. The countertop separated the two men. Keva wondered if he was still aroused. His lower body wasn’t visible. She noticed that Bastian gritted his teeth as his hand made contact with Dr. Larsen’s. It must have been painful for him in his sensitive state of heightened psychic energy.

  “I don’t want to interrupt,” Dr. Larsen said, his face red with embarrassment. He sat the coffee down. “Maybe the two of you will enjoy this. Um, Keva, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He backed toward the door.

  “Sure, of course.” She locked up after him.

  “He wants you,” Bastian stated.

  “You read his mind?”

  “I did. But I didn’t have to. His motives were pretty obvious.”

  “He’s just a friend.”

  “He came here with the intenti
on of taking your friendship to the next level.” She knew that and didn’t bother to deny it. “Are you interested in him? Am I screwing something up for you?”

  “Yes,” she lied. She couldn’t use physical force to get rid of him. Perhaps emotional ties would do the job. “I’ve always respected Dr. Larsen. He’s one of the kindest men I know.”

  He studied her for a second before a grin stretched his lips. “What’s his first name?”

  “It’s…” She floundered. She couldn’t recall ever hearing him called anything other than Dr. Larsen. “Lars,” she lied at last.

  Sebastian laughed. “Lars Larsen?” He rounded the counter, closing in on her. “You couldn’t come up with a more plausible name?”

  “That’s his name.”

  “Mmm.” He stroked his chin, appearing to consider it. The stubble on his jaw made a slight rasping sound as his long fingers passed over it. “He’s practically twice your age.”

  “I like mature men.” She stepped back as he crowded her. He advanced until her back was against the wall. Keva glared at him. “Sebastian—”

  “Keva, I’m going to tell you a secret.” He lifted her, wedging his body between her thighs. Dropping his head to hers so that their gazes locked, he said, “One day, it’s going to be just you and me. You are mine. I’ve wanted you since I had my first wet dream about you.”

  She sought to put distance between them, but he wouldn’t allow it. “You and me?” His hands were beneath her dress, working on shifting her panties and lowering his briefs. She struggled even as his fingers stroked her wet folds.

  “You and me,” he repeated. His smile was evil as he said, “Sebastian thinks that I’m his alter ego. That one day, he’ll swallow me down and be done with me. Truth is he’s the anomaly. I’m what we grow up to be. He’s a coward. Afraid to take what he wants. I, on the other hand, take”— he buried his cock to the hilt in her pussy. She cried out at the sudden intrusion— “what is mine,” he continued. “I take what I want.” He thrust again, his hips shoving her up the wall.