“I’m positive,” he says gruffly. “Also, the name Wyatt is fairly uncommon.”“There are 8.4 million people in New York City,” I counter swiftly.“Gemma, I need you to answer this question for me,” he rasps, his eyes darkening and his expression growing serious.I let out a breath. “What question?”“Do you need something from me?”I gulp. “No, I’m good.”“Are you sure there’s not something that you REALLY need my help with?” He scrubs a hand down his jaw. “Something only I can do for you,” he says bluntly.All of a sudden, my eyes trace a path from his face to his muscular chest, and then down further. Right now, he’s wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt.Mmm…I can see his sexy abs right through his shirt. And I can see his—HOLY SHIT! There’s a big bulge in his sweatpants. Is he hard right now?!?“I don’t think that you should watch me anymore,” he whispers, his voice sounding a little ominous. “It’s having a dangerous effect on me.”Oh my God! Am I pissing him off?My heart is poundi
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