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his eyes that I didn’t even know where to begin collecting.
    “I can, but not here.” He kissed my knuckles, sending a shiver through my whole body, then pressed my hand against the dimple in his chin. Man, I loved that dimple. “Something tells me that a girl who wants her privacy isn’t going to want me making her scream out in public.”
    He was killing me with those lips…but he was right.
    I sat up, my legs brushing his as I did so. “Ready to go to my room?”
    “Hell yeah, I am.” He stood up and offered me his hand. “Let’s go.”
    I knew, just knew , that after I had him…I would be irrevocably different.
    There was something in the way he made me feel, the way he treated me, that told me he wasn’t like any other man. He would be the guy I measured every other guy up against in the future, and they’d all be found lacking. If I was smart, I’d pick a safer bet. A guy who didn’t have this effect on me.
    “Mackenzie?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “Are you in, or are you out?”
    I looked up at him, taking in the muscles and the warm look in his eyes. The way he waited for me, hand extended, never wavering as he let me decide. Who was I kidding? He was one of a kind. I couldn’t let him go without spending some time in his arms. That would be foolish.
    I slid my hand into his and stood. “I’m so in.”

 
    I’ D SEEN it back at the pool. Her hesitation. In a way, she would have been smarter to change her mind. To pick some Ivy League kid down for vacation with a squeaky clean record to have a little fun with. One without tattoos or scars. A kid without a dark past or his own secrets to hide. I wouldn’t have blamed her in the slightest.
    It would have been the right choice.
    But then she had gone and placed her hand into mine, and I forgot all about right choices. All I knew was that I was happy she’d picked me. Thrilled she was taking a chance on a guy like me. I knew it couldn’t come easy, the amount of trust she had to place in a man to do this. She had no way of knowing if I’d take advantage of her, or if I was a good enough guy to get naked with.
    I wasn’t. But I wouldn’t be using her. I wouldn’t be taking advantage of her. If anything, I’d let her use me. There was something about her that made me want to do the right thing…whatever the hell that was. She would get what she wanted from me, and then she would move on. She’d go back to her fancy little world of A-list outings and awards shows, and I’d catch glimpses of her here and there on the TV. Maybe I’d even buy her album. But I’d never see her again.
    I knew it. She knew it.
    And we were both okay with that.
    The elevator doors opened and I led her inside the small box, my throat going dry. I almost suggested we take the stairs, but I bit back the suggestion. I stole a glance at her as she swiped her card for the penthouse floor. She was all smooth alabaster skin, and I was ink and scars. She spent her days sunning and singing, and I spent mine dealing with…well, my own shit that I didn’t want to think about right now. But despite our differences, I was hers for the next few hours.
    After a few seconds she turned to me, her green eyes pinning me in place, and a smile playing at those luscious pink lips of hers. She had freckles on her nose. I’d never seen those in any videos. She must hide them with makeup. I had no idea why. They were endearing. The smile faded. “Um, hi.” She gave a tiny wave. “So, why are you looking at me like that?”
    “Like what?” I asked quickly, not sure what I’d done.
    She thought about it. “I don’t know. It’s almost as if you can’t figure me out or something.”
    I laughed. “That’s because I can’t. That’s not a bad thing. I find you intriguing.”
    She tapped her fingers on her thigh. She was only wearing a bikini. Her skirt thing she’d been wearing was draped across her arm. “There’s nothing to figure out. I’m just a girl.”
    “And