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sick. Like really, really sick because now I’m turned on. I have to prove you wrong.”
    He lowered his voice, pressed his cock against her soaking wet entrance. “Bring it.”

Chapter Five
    Friday night, or early Saturday morning, had been perfection for Nicole. If you planned to have a one night stand that’s what it should be. Great sex, beginning to end. Yeah, there was some emotional sharing that shouldn’t have happened, but it paled in comparison to coming her brains out. Maybe not paled, but they were mere oversights in the scheme of things.
    Saturday night, or early Sunday morning, was the mistake. A big one. One that shouldn’t have happened. A clerical error when you got to the heart of it. The hotel staff had booked the room for the weekend instead of the night. They knew Sebastian’s real identity, thanks to his platinum credit card, and assumed the room would be needed the entire time he’d be in town.
    Oh, she would blame them for running into Sebastian at the elevator bank at the end of a very long day. They should have had quick and efficient elevators. If they hadn’t stood there for three painfully, silent minutes, by the fourth, neither one of them would have broke. They would have been able to pretend to be strangers. Not people who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
    The hotel was to blame for the one moment of weakness that had escalated to more. She was on the eighth floor and he was on the tenth. Their room sat on the sixth. If it hadn’t, the mistake would have ended there. Neither Sebastian or Nicole would have been remiss in their unspoken agreement of one night and one night only of pleasure. Except the hotel made it too easy to go back up to the room and repeat the previous night, with the same specular results.
    The bastards.
    And now here she sat, hiding in the bar on a Sunday afternoon, because who came to the bar on a Sunday? Hunger clawed at her stomach viciously, but the restaurant wasn’t safe to enter. She might see him and her sex would swell at the sight of him. There was no denying that greedy little mouth, not when it came to Sebastian.
    The need and want to be with him…was a mistake. Their conversation over late night meals, the laughter, the teasing and competitive foreplay—a mistake. One she could get past as soon as nine p.m. came around and she stepped into a cab, heading for San Francisco, her home. A little past noon and all she had to do was sit there with her carry-on bag until the cab came to pick her up.
    Sebastian wasn’t a lush so he wouldn’t think to come to the bar. He loved to eat and the likely place to find him, if he didn’t have an earlier flight, was the restaurant. Nicole would be safe and then she could let this weekend go.
    A waiter passed by her table in the dark corner. Nicole needed to relax, something she had managed to do with Sebastian. She lifted her hand to call the waiter back and order herself a drink to calm the nerves making her fingers tremble. She glared at her hand. Maybe not nerves. Something more akin to withdrawal symptoms, like DTs. Dick tremens in her sad, sad case.
    “Have we met before?” A familiar deep and rich timbre asked behind her.
    Crap on a cracker.
    Nicole didn’t turn around, but glanced over her shoulder. Sebastian had on his con man smile as he stood ten feet away. He dragged a carry-on bag behind him. Not for the first time, she wondered about his profession. She’d long since tossed out actor or model.
    Sebastian didn’t ring any bells for a publicist, but in her line of work, it was less about them and more about the client. A potential client found out about her due to word of mouth, not because you could look her up in a phone book or online. Even with social media being the new thing, you still knew a publicist by their client list.
    None of that mattered as he stood there tempting her. He wore a crisp dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and dark gray slacks. The price of his shoes could