Lilli hadn’t answered him once, and he’d called out at least a dozen times. He clenched his fists. His jaw. What the hell just happened? She’d managed, yet again, to get the better of him. Why was he always finding himself in these situations when it came to Lilli? The woman bamboozled him at every turn. And he didn’t want to think about the way she’d sautéed his brain in bed either. Or that she’d been a virgin. He dropped his head, closed his eyes and groaned. How the fuck had that happened? “Never mind, handsome, I’m sure I can make all your troubles go away.” His eyes snapped open as his head jerked up. Sharp nails raked his back and Mac leaped sideways as a shudder of revulsion tore through him. Swinging around, he came face-to-face with a plastic surgeon’s idea of the perfect woman. Of maybe it was her idea, and the money had talked loud enough for the doctor to turn a blind eye to beauty and do what the patient asked. Her lips had that bee-stung look, except they looked more like someone had shoved her whole face in the hive and held it there.
