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room? And what are you going on about it being a
mistake?” He folded those sinewy arms over his chiseled
chest.
    I waved my hand, trying to
show him I didn’t want to talk to him about this. I just wanted to
forget it and get out. “The damn receptionist gave me the wrong
key. The wrong key!” What are the
chances?
    Reaching into the back pocket of my skirt, I
removed the key, his room key, and tossed it onto the little coffee
table.
    His gaze locked on the
plastic card. “The wrong key?”
    Shit, he would pick up on that instead of
the fact this was a mistake. Why wasn’t Travis ranting and raving
about me and him having sex? Wasn’t that the bigger issue he should
be concerned with?
    My shirt was over my face as I confirmed my
statement. “Yes. She was supposed to give me Patrick’s key. I even
pointed him out while you guys were standing outside the ballroom.
How could she get this wrong?”
    Finally into my shirt, I lowered the hem
down my torso and froze as I took in the angry male before me. His
arms were now lowered and his hands were balled at his side.
Quickly, I ran all my words through my head, trying to pick out
which combination had pissed him off. I’d never seen Travis mad,
however, that was exactly what the tight features of his face
depicted.
    Keeping an eye on him, I squatted and
scooped my sandals up. I could put them on later. I rose slowly. “I
really should be going.”
    “ Don’t move.”
    Oh, shit. I didn’t fear Travis would physically hurt me,
but I was petrified that my spontaneous actions had opened up a can
of worms I couldn’t seal back. I lifted my chin, refusing to cower.
“I don’t think any more talking is necessary.”
    “ At this moment, Kamari, I
don’t care what you think we need to do.”
    Now, I was angry. I took a step toward him.
“Look. I’m not going to stand here and—”
    “ And what? I’m really
anxious to hear what you’re not going to do. Right after you’re
finished telling me how you could let me fuck you in place of another
man.”
    Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened
it again. Like a fish out of water I was grasping for air,
words…anything that could erase the last hour. No matter how my
body was tingling in denial.
    “ This isn’t my
fault.”
    One of his eyebrows arched so high it
disappeared beneath his sex tussled locks as they now fell over his
forehead. “Try again.”
    “ I tried to stop
it.”
    A bark of laughter broke from his lips.
“Really? At what point, love. When you had my cock in your mouth or
when you were clawing up my back begging me not to stop?”
    Restless and agitated, I rubbed a hand over
my head and felt the wildness of my own hair. Whatever style it
held when I entered the room had to be thoroughly demolished
now.
    “ Well?”
    “ Give me a second.” I
didn’t need a second I needed a friggin’ time machine.
    “ How about I make this
easy for you? One simple question. Were you wishing it was Patrick
inside you?”
    Yes, I wanted to shout, hoping it would end
this moment and conversation. I glanced away from those intense
blue eyes. Those eyes that already knew too much about me.
    I couldn’t push that one
word past my lips. The lie. I had entered the room with seducing
Patrick on my mind. I had plotted and planned for the night.
However, in the back of my mind I had known it wasn’t the Casanova.
Way before Travis had called out my name. I couldn’t pinpoint if it
was his gentle touch, his caress, his kindness…everything about
Travis was extremely different from the other man. Even in the
darkness I had known, however, still pressed on. Why?
    “ It doesn’t matter.”
Turning, I headed for the door. I needed to get away.
    “ What are you afraid of,
Kamari?”
    Halting in my tracks, I faced him again and
aimed a finger at him. “Nothing,” I bit out. “Especially not
someone who’s always underfoot and hanging around. Some smartass
geek.”
    “ Now you want to throw
names