Fate had awarded him one night of pleasure with her, and once was not enough. How had she gone home with him, spent hours making love with him, and then acted as if they’d never met? Infuriating. Not because of any other reason than her uncanny ability to dismiss him. He didn’t like being ignored. He despised it. But here she was, playing pool and pretending she hadn’t relished every second of his possession of her body.