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return.”

Greer glanced over at him, surprised. It was almost as if her inner bitch had somehow thrown her words into his mouth. “Well, I do get paid for doing the work, so there’s that.” At least that’s what she kept telling herself.

He snorted. “Right. A government salary. Hardly worth the effort. You should come work for me instead.”

She snorted right back. “I don’t even know what you do here. But I do know you don’t have any other superheroes on staff. What could I possibly do for you?”

His eyes darkened and did a sexy shift from green to smoky gray, right before his gaze dipped to her lips. “Oh, I’m sure I could think of something,” he murmured in that husky baritone of his.

If anyone else had said that to her, she most likely would’ve punched him. But she was a little ashamed to admit that coming out of Killian’s mouth, the words didn’t sound at all sexual harassment-y. They were more like a promise. Her nipples immediately went on high alert in response.

Not that she had any intention of letting him know that.

“That’s the most thinly veiled sexual harassment I’ve ever been subjected to,” she said, her tone mild.

“If it was at all vague, I wasn’t doing it right.”

She turned toward him, put her hands on her hips, and tipped her head up in the classic superhero pose. And also because he was at least six inches taller than her. “You know I could snap you like a twig, right?”

He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip before grinning at her and saying, “Oh, aye. But what a way to go.”

His eyes took on a devil-may-care glint that did things to her libido. Naughty, dirty things.

She narrowed her eyes on him. “Are you really flirting with me? Right now?”

He turned to face her fully. “I’ve been flirting with you for two years. Good of you to finally notice.”

Oh, this was not good for self-control. Not. At. All.

But just as she began to consider how quickly she could throw him up against the wall and have her wicked way with him, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Greer repressed a sigh. The interruption was for the best. Jumping him would’ve been unprofessional. A mistake. The whole thing probably would’ve just ended in bitter disappointment on her end, anyway. After all, there was no way he was as good in bed as he looked.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Freckles,” Killian said as he gestured for her to walk out ahead of him. “I’m fucking fantastic in bed.”

Her hand flew to the bridge of her nose—the nose that was covered with freckles. But no one had ever had the nerve to call them out before. How dare he!

Then the rest of his comment dawned on her and she realized she must’ve said all of that aloud.

Motherfucker!

His laughter—which was definitely at her, not with her, damn it—followed her out of the elevator and toward the security office. Her cheeks went up in flames, and this time, it wasn’t because of a hot flash.

“Oh, and Greer?”

She turned back to him warily.

“Love the slippers.”

Greer glanced down. She hadn’t bothered to change into her boots before leaving home, which meant…she was still wearing her fuzzy, pink, floppy-eared bunny slippers.

Well, wasn’t that just the cherry on top of this shit sundae of a day?

CHAPTER FOUR

KILLIAN MORGAN WASN’T the type of man who developed school- boy crushes on women. He didn’t date because he was too damn busy for all the drama that went along with it. He was rich, he was powerful, and he was pretty great looking, if he did say so himself. He didn’t chase women.

Except for Greer Glenanne.

He’d chase her to the ends of the fucking earth if she gave him even half an inkling that he stood a chance.

But she never did.

He’d been flirting mercilessly with her since the first time her little protégé broke into his building. And she never acknowledged it. Not even for a second.

These days, he was almost happy when the girl gave him an excuse to call Greer and not look like the pathetic, mewling, love-struck buffoon he’d clearly become.

He’d never met anyone like Greer. And the superpowers had nothing to do with it. Neither did her looks. Not really. Because even though she was beautiful (her mass of unruly black curls, those big brown eyes, her freckled button of a nose, those model’s cheekbones, the pointy little chin and pouty mouth…it