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“It’s my room.”

Vanessa stared at him, hard. “This is a joke, right?”

He slowly shook his head. “You are in my room. So maybe I should be asking…how did you pull this off?” He stepped closer, all his hot man aura washing over her like a heady breeze. Lifting his fingers to her face, he carefully rubbed her cheek, letting the side of his thumb pass across her lips. “You were waiting for me, naked, wet…should I be flattered or afraid?”

Vanessa trembled. The man actually made her tremble. She told herself it was out of pure embarrassment—humiliation that he thought she’d set him up for a sexy seduction.

In truth, she knew, it was the brush of his fingers on her lips and that knowing, sultry look in his eyes that had her whole body quivering. Not to mention that deep, sultry voice—that bedroom voice that women around the world went crazy over even if they only ever heard it through their TV screens.

Where would he touch next? What would he whisper if he leaned close to her ear? When would he stop? Oh, Lord, was he going to kiss her again?

Swallowing hard, she managed a few words. “There was obviously some kind of mix-up. I swear to you, Stan, I had no idea this wasn’t my room.”

“Uh-huh.” He didn’t sound convinced. But he did sound amused—as if he liked making her sweat.

“Honestly,” she insisted, wishing he’d stop touching her since she couldn’t think with his hands on her. Yet knowing she’d cry if he took them away. “There was some problem on my floor, the manager told me they had to move me, and they sent a bellman into the bar with my new key.”

He finally paused, tugging his fingers away from her cheek a scant centimeter. She missed the contact as if there was an ocean between them. “A bellman?”

She nodded. “He came in the bar and gave it to me while you were talking to that boy and his father.”

No verbal reaction, but he moved back again, his whole body this time, not just his hand. “Oh.”

“The front desk just messed up, put me in an occupied room.” Shaking her head, knowing how bizarre that sounded, she muttered, “Of all the rooms in the hotel…I guess this was about as coincidental as something can get.”

Clearing his throat, Stan shook his head. “No, it wasn’t. I left my key at the front desk and the bellman was bringing it to me. I guess he thought we were…together.”

Oh. She stopped defending herself, stopped blaming him, just thought about it. What he said made perfect sense. And considering Stan was about the sexiest man on earth and the two of them shot sparks off each other that a blind person could see, she could understand why the bellman had assumed they were a couple. It was pretty careless, but understandable.

“Wow,” she whispered, feeling awkward and self-conscious for the first time since he’d walked in on her naked. “I guess I should get dressed and go find out where my real room is.”

A tiny smile widened those sensuous lips of his. “Don’t feel like you have to on my account.”

“What, go to my own room?” she asked, surprised.

“I mean,” he whispered, glancing down at the towel, “you don’t have to get dressed.”

* * *

Vanessa’s big, beautiful eyes went wide with shock, but Stan saw something else in them, as well. Something she’d probably sooner slit her throat than admit: excitement. Titillation.

Possibility.

Well, he was excited, too. Had been from the minute he’d seen her, standing there so stunningly naked.

She was every fantasy woman rolled into one and he’d been unable to think one coherent thought when he’d first seen her. Tall, slim, with a tiny waist and curvy hips just perfect for a man to fit his hands around. As he’d discovered.

Vanessa’s legs went on forever and her lush breasts had driven him crazy when she’d been pressed against his body. He’d wanted to lick off every bit of moisture on them. If he had one regret in pulling away from her when he had, since he knew he’d been driven by anger when he’d started the kiss, it was that he hadn’t had at least one little taste of those sweet nipples.

She rolled her eyes. “You