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hall that led to the suite’s living area. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”
    He shouldn’t. Brian rubbed a hand over his forehead. He needed to get the fuck out before he did something he couldn’t undo. But for some reason, he couldn’t seem to get his feet to listen to his damn head. He told himself he was just doing his job. That he was only here to make sure she got back safely and because he planned to talk some sense into her about inviting a stranger back to her room. But then she leaned forward to slide off one heel, and he got a good look at her adorable ass in the tight black skirt, and he knew he was spewing bullshit a mile long. And that he wasn’t about to leave.
    “Just…” Dark curls fell over her face as she took a step with her bare foot and reached down for the other shoe, doing this strange little hopping thing that shouldn’t be sexy but, shit…was. She tried to unbuckle her strap and move toward the bedroom at the same time, but all the movement did was cause her breasts to jiggle in the dress and give him a better view of her ass—tight, toned, not from crazy workouts but from nature—and damn, it was totally hot. “I’ll be right back. There’s wine”— hop, hop, hop —“near the bar.”
    She disappeared into the bedroom, and alone, Brian drew a deep breath that did shit to calm his raging libido.
    Tugging the gun from the holster at his back, he slipped it into the pocket of his coat, then laid it over a chair. Then he stalked toward the wet bar on the far side of the posh suite, where he found ice, water, diet root beer, and an unopened bottle of wine wrapped in a bow that looked more like a gift than something she’d bought for herself.
    She wasn’t a drinker. That was obvious. And right now, more alcohol was the last thing either of them needed. He filled two tumblers with ice, poured water over the top, then turned to find her standing in the bedroom doorway, watching him with those sexy dark eyes.
    His pulse went stratospheric. She’d ditched the cocktail dress and was wearing a black, fitted tank that showed off her small, pert breasts, and low-rise fuzzy purple pajama bottoms that brushed the carpet as she moved.
    “That doesn’t look like wine.” She nodded toward the two glasses in his hands as she drew close, and that sweet, fresh scent of hers washed over him. “Are you trying to protect my virtue?”
    She took one glass from him, lifted it to her lips, and sipped. And Brian swallowed to try to get his voice to work. Damn, that outfit should not be sexy, but on her it was, because it was unexpected and adorable and because that tiny strip of skin showing between her tank and the waistband of her pajama bottoms made him want to tear her clothes off. With his teeth.
    “I think I’m trying to protect mine.”
    She smiled against the glass, then lowered it, ice clinking with the movement. “Good answer.”
    She stepped toward the plush couch and dropped onto the far side, tucking one leg up under her. She was both graceful and awkward all at the same time. When he watched her walk, he could see the dancer’s body she’d obviously inherited from her mother. But when she dropped onto that couch, especially in that outfit, she looked more like a kid than a seductive woman who’d dragged him up here for a night of meaningless sex.
    Shit. He really needed to leave. He shouldn’t be here.
    “Are you going to sit down or stare at me all night?” Grace asked. “Because staring is rude. Unless you’re going to do something about it.”
    His stomach tightened at the sexual innuendo. Sweat slid down his spine. Forcing his feet forward, Brian sat on the couch next to her, but not too close, and took a large sip of his water. “Can I ask you a question…Samara?”
    “Yes.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-eight.”
    He turned to look at her. She wasn’t wearing much makeup besides a little eyeliner and mascara, and her hair was a wild tangle of dark