Ava’s temper was about to blow sky high. How dare this woman call her stupid. Who was she kidding, really? She wasn’t angry about the shot to her intellect. That she could handle. The hand exploring Thorn’s package had sent her into a frenzy, flashing red before her eyes. Why, she still was trying to comprehend. Thorn wasn’t hers—as of yet. Though, denying she wanted him in her bed was futile when she knew better now. He made her feel things she’d never experience with any other man, and the only way to get over this new-found interest, was to get it on—do the nasty and purge him from her system. That way she’d see he was no different than any other. No better kisser, that the drugs in her system had made her think otherwise.