Devlin met her at the top of the stairs, handed her the suit jacket and placed his hand against the small of her back

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An Excerpt From: SEDUCING THE SIREN

Devlin met her at the top of the stairs, handed her the suit jacket and placed his hand against the small of her back. “Ryen’s apartment is down the hall. After you, Princess.”

“You don’t have to call me that. Really.” She looked over her shoulder at him and he swore her eyes lightened a shade or two. “Alissa’s fine. Or Ali. My friends call me Ali.”

They reached the apartment door and Dev couldn’t help himself. He truly could not stop the cheesy words before they left his lips. “And are we going to be friends…Ali?” he asked in his best baby-let’s-be-more-than-friends voice.

It couldn’t have worked better if he’d strategically masterminded the entire event. She spun around so quickly she once again teetered on her heels but this time, before she could fall backward against the door, he pulled her into his arms.

“First day with a new pair of feet?” he teased, smiling at the way her eyes went from shocked to pissed in three seconds flat.

“Oh, that’s just hilarious,” she said, splaying her hands against his bare chest and giving him a little push. When he didn’t budge she pushed harder and he relished the way her soft palms felt against his bare skin.

“Friends are oftentimes hilarious. That’s what makes you want to be around them,” he said, skimming his nose along the smooth skin of her jaw before buying it in the thickness of her hair. The golden strands tickled and he burrowed deeper until he pushed them away and reached the vanilla scented slope of her neck. He felt her pulse against his lips and ran the tip of his tongue against her.

“Friends also sometimes can’t help being total a-holes,” she said quickly.

Dev stopped and pulled his face back far enough to look down into her clear eyes. He watched her arch a brow.

“You think I’m an asshole?” he asked, not sure why he really cared what she thought.

“I think you’re trouble,” she responded, taking advantage of the moment and easing a step out of his arms. “I know you’re trouble. I watched every move you made last evening and they were all cocky and calculated…until you started pounding those shots and became all doom and gloomy.”

Devlin studied her, appreciating the fact she was observant. Most women of his acquaintance wouldn’t have noticed…or cared. He had a momentary lapse of thinking she clearly wasn’t like most women, but then her lips curved into that purely female smile that screamed men are so easy to understand. Well, hell. He was much too proud to let that slide.

“I think you misread me, Princess. There’s a difference between being cocky and confident,” he said, flexing the muscles under her fingers before entwining his hands over the base of her spine and pulling her lush form flush against his body.

“And what about the calculated part?” she asked breathlessly.

“You got me there, Ali,” he admitted, enjoying the way her eyes widened. “I planned on doing this from the minute I saw you.”