Repossessed by Shawntelle Madison Page B

in her miniscule SoHo apartment, taking in her furnishings. When she turned to take off her high heels, she blushed as his eyes burned into her back again.
    Why did he keep doing that? Maybe he preferred to observe instead of act. To watch instead of touch…
    She quickly shook her head. Didn’t she tell her clients to avoid bad boyfriend material like him?
    Keep moving and ignore him. By the time Tessa placed her keys on the desk in the living room, Rob made himself comfortable on the couch. A pile of unpaid bills on her desk drew her eye, so she added a thick phonebook on top. No need to advertise her problems.
    “So, let me try again. Why are you here?”
    “Playing security guard. Now go get dressed before I change my mind.”
    She chuckled.
    He glanced around. “You got a nice, decent apartment.”
    “It’s not much, but it’s my place.” She was about to ask him if he wanted a drink, but after he placed his shoes on the coffee table and flipped on the TV, she decided he was good to go until she changed her clothes.
    He interrupted her escape. “Do you have a roommate?”
    “I used to have one when I first moved here. Now, it’s me and my familiar, Kiki. She might make her appearance in a bit for attention.” The cat stirred from her hiding spot in Tessa’s bedroom at the sound of her name.
    “You have one pet?” Kiki had jumped into his lap, hungry for affection. Her tail flicked like fly fishing pole.
    She nodded. Unless she had another and was too busy to miss the elusive feline.
    His eyes darted to various places in her living room. “There are nine cats in here.”
    Her forehead scrunched from confusion, then to frustration. “Oh, those were my familiars before Kiki. They all died.”
    “Died? Cats live around fifteen to twenty years. There is a roomful of ghost cats in here.”
    “Over the years, I’ve had a few problems…”
    “That’s not what the short-haired tabby just told me.”
    The madness never ended when it came to Rob. “You aren’t an animal empath, are you?” Not only was he wonderful to look at, but he could communicate with Bambi as well.
    “Did you really think it was a good idea to put the litter box next to your Uncle Charlie’s magic hat?”
    “I can’t believe Little Toes told you that. It was an accident . Uncle Charlie left a dragon in the hat. After the cat used the litter box, he jumped into the wrong place… Why am I explaining this to you?”
    She marched to her bedroom to change her clothes and slammed the door for good measure.
    “You need to feed Kiki more!” he said.

    As Rob sat on the couch for more than twenty minutes, he pondered as why it took most women forever to put on a pair of jeans and shirt. Waiting wasn’t so bad though. She had a nice enough place. He’d briefly seen her bedroom as she’d stormed in on barefoot. All the while, he wondered how she undressed. Did she do it slowly, taking off her shirt then unzipping the back of her skirt? His groin stirred to life, thinking of her angry, pouty face as she unsnapped her bra.
    Maybe he should check to see if she needed any help? He scooted forward on the couch.
    “Is that a handmade Prada bag I see?” Harabeuji whispered.
    Rob stifled his chuckle and plucked the observant satchel from the coffee table and placed it on the floor.
    “Just one peek, Doryeonim !” the bag spirit implored.
    If his father were still alive, he’d ask him how the Shin family had inherited a spirit with an expensive handbag fetish. Someone probably lost a card game of some kind…
    His gaze flicked to the closed bedroom door. With a sigh, he rested against the couch. He should keep his distance. She had plenty of problems and he had a few of his own. A rib-based injury from the field plagued him tonight so he tilted to the right for comfort. Might as well get settled if she planned to take all night. Most importantly, no matter how beautiful she was, he couldn’t give in. Soon enough he’d be done with her and