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never gone straight to bed with a woman I've just met."
    '*Oh!" Kayla was aghast. ''What are you implying? That I'm some sort of cheap pickup who does this all the time? Are you accusing me of instigating this? Of seducing you against your better judgment? Are you saying that this is all my fault?"
    "No, no!" Matt sat up. "I didn't mean that at all." A fine sheen of perspiration covered his face. He couldn't remember ever feeling worse, either physically or mentally. "Karen, uh, Kristin—" He paused to gulp. What a horribly inopportune time for his vaunted memory for names to fail him!
    "Just call me Kayla," she said grimly. This was truly the worst moment of her life, Kayla decided, feeling a hot blush sweep her from head to toe. Waking up naked in bed with a stranger who didn't even know her name.
    "You don't have to be sarcastic," Matt snapped, his own temper rising. "It was just a slip of the tongue. I know perfectly well your name is Kxistina."
    Kristina! Kayla almost screamed. Of course, he thought she was Kristina, that had been yesterday's charade. This nightmare just refused to end. Not only had she hopped into bed with a stranger, she had done so impersonating her sister. In every state capital, in the nation's capital too, there was always gossip circulating about lobbyists who extended

    their efforts into the bedroom—now Senator Minteer would classify Kristina among them!
    Kay la stole a quick covert glance at Matt. His jaw, so smooth-shaven last night, was covered with a dark, sexy stubble. He looked all male, earthy and sensual, and Kayla was appalled that whatever spell she'd been under last night continued to possess her this morning. She still wanted him! If he was to extend his hand even halfway, she would grasp it...
    He did not extend his hand. He bolted out of bed and headed for the bathroom, seemingly unconcerned that he was nude. Kayla knew she should avert her eyes, but they stayed riveted to his splendid male form until he disappeared into the bathroom. Last night it had been too dark for her to see him, but the morning's light revealed that he was as virile and well-built as her hands had discerned in the darkness.
    Kayla trembled. He'd displayed no similar interest in seeing her, not even a whit of curiosity. He hadn't even glanced at her, he'd just stalked into the bathroom. She could hear water gushing from the taps.
    The insensitive barbarian! The Neanderthal clod! Tears of humiliation swam in her eyes. He was making it obvious that he considered her to be nothing more than an easy pickup, a one-night stand that he was already eager to be rid of. Turning her head, Kayla spied the piles of clothing that Uttered a path to the bed. There was her oyster-colored jacket, the matching skirt and her rose-pink silk blouse strewn along with his shirt and suit. She saw her shoes and his, lingerie and underwear, mixed together where they'd been discarded in last night's sensuous frenzy.
    Kayla went hot and then cold. What had happened to her last night? Even as she sat here naked, her body bearing the physical evidence of last night's passionate consummation, she was still having trouble believing it was true. She'd lost her head over Matt Minteer, thrown away a lifetime of

    scruples to go to bed with him, a man she'd known only a few hours. They'd spent the night making love with a rapturous intensity she'd never before experienced, never dreamed herself capable of. She hadn't considered herself the type to evoke such urgency in a man. But she had, last night with Matt.
    Matt had said that he'd never done this sort of thing before... Well, neither had she! Last night had been totally out of character. She was normally so cautious, so careful and controlled. She never took foolish chances—at least she hadn't until her path had crossed Matt Minteer's.
    And now she was left alone to face the consequences of her actions. Choking back a sob, Kayla sprang from the bed and quickly gathered up her clothes