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irrational. In all the time she’ d spent with Chase so far, she hadn’ t seen him do anything the least bit impulsive. For some reason, she simply couldn’ t picture him being so overcome with lust that he’ d corner her in the hallway or participate in some passionate public display of affection. He was entirely too somber, too controlled.
    Not that any of that kept her mind from wandering down a dozen confusing, carnal alleyways. Her body felt like a tightly strung bow, waiting for the moment he would touch her, kiss her, demand she fulfill their bargain between the sheets.
    And she cursed herself for the anticipation building like a tornado at her center. For wanting him to do just that when she should be despising him for forcing her into an unacceptable situation.
    A spacious black town car met them at the airport and took them directly to their hotel. The Wynn was one of the luxury hotels directly on The Strip, with marble floors, chandeliers and lots of gold and dark, polished wood. There was a casino off to the side, but it was obvious this particular establishment was meant for wealthier visitors to the city, rather than those who might come in for a weekend of fun and debauchery.
    Little did the owners of the hotel know that their rich patrons could be just as interested in debauchery as those with limited funds; they were simply better at hiding their true intentions.
    A bellman dressed in a maroon uniform trimmed with gold accompanied Chase and Elena to their suite. He opened the door, ushered them inside, then transferred their luggage from the wheeled cart to the bedroom.
    The suite was made up of a large sitting area, a kitchenette, bathroom, and through a wide double doorway, the bedroom and a second, more private bath.
    Elena had grown up with money and stayed in her fair share of luxury hotels, but even she found the opulence of this particular suite to be somewhat overwhelming.
    A king-size bed filled the center of the bedroom, surrounded by ornately carved dressers and a wall of mirrors that hid the long closet space. The bathroom had a shower stall and a separate, deep Jacuzzi, both big enough, she thought, to hold three or four people.
    She was standing in the doorway, admiring the almost spa-quality equipment, when Chase came up behind her and whispered in her ear.
    “ We have more than an hour before we need to be downstairs for dinner. Would you like to take a nap, or unpack, or… something else?”
    Although he wasn’ t touching her at all, his voice poured over her like warm honey, his hinted suggestion sending off fireworks low in her belly. Her breathing grew choppy and she had to blink several times to stave off the sudden bout of lightheadedness that assailed her.
    She wasn’ t ready. Not yet. She knew the moment would come when she couldn’ t put it off any longer, but for now he’ d given her other options, and she grabbed at them like a drowning victim reaching for a life raft.
    “ I think we should unpack,” she said a bit too loudly and a bit too brightly, spinning on her heel and slipping past him before he could protest or— worse— try to stop her.
    Not waiting for a reply, she hurried to where their bags had been left and hoisted her suitcase onto the mattress. There was a luggage rack off to the side, but she decided that if the bed was covered with clothes and such, it couldn’ t be used for… other things.
    Without a word, Chase joined her and they unpacked in silence, filling the drawers and closets, and cluttering the counter around the bathroom sinks.
    When they were finished, Chase suggested they start getting ready for dinner and politely left her alone to change. She hurried with her hair and makeup, and shrugged into one of the half dozen cocktail dresses she’ d brought along, knowing Chase would need time in the bedroom and bathroom to get ready himself.
    Stepping into the sitting area, she found Chase standing at the bank of tall windows, staring out at the