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elevator. After pushing the button, she whistled and waited and fidgeted…and then waited some more, until she finally started tapping her foot and debated taking the stairs down the ten floors. By the time the doors slid open, she was ready to jump inside.
    She froze mid-leap.
    A man stood to the side of the elevator, leaning casually against the wall and staring at the ceiling. The way his arms were crossed over his chest showed off the very nice lines of his shoulders and made his biceps strain against his T-shirt. Longish dark blond hair fell to cover one of his eyes.
    Oh-em-gee, he is yumtastic.
    With the faded darkness of freckles over his nose, she couldn’t help but see him as the human version of Lohonas.
    When the door tried to close and bounced against her shoe, he turned toward her. “Is everything okay?”
    His deep, throaty voice sent shivers down her spine all the way to her toes. Though a fair share of them took an exit and parked somewhere right around her hips. “I…uh…thought I forgot my key, but then I remembered I put it in my wallet and not my pocket. So stupid.” She stepped inside and the doors swished closed behind her.
    Even if he was Lohonas—which was pretty fucking unlikely—a guy as hot as this one probably had bimbos throwing themselves at him all the time. In fact, odds were he had some bottle-blonde downstairs waiting for him now. Or better yet, one of those girls in the barely there anime costumes—the ones that covered even less than her wood elf get-up. Nope, Pen needed to get her head out of her ass. She’d blown the chance to meet Lohonas. Time to just accept the fact and get started having some fun. Sanity demanded she forget all about this guy as soon as she stepped off the elevator.
    The car shuddered to a stop on the fifth floor, and Pen shifted out of the way. It put her closer to Mr. Forgot-about-him-and-his-hint-of-an-accent already, but she tried not to worry about it. A quintet of girls in Suckerpunch gear sauntered in, and she wished she didn’t have the urge to see if he was checking them out. Ugh. Before anyone else could crowd into the elevator with them, she stabbed at the button for the lobby.
    He-who-shall-not-be-pondered must have had a similar plan because his finger reached the L a split second before hers. And the instant her skin touched his, every last one of the tingles his voice had caused flared right back to life—especially the ones that stopped at the scenic overlook. She couldn’t help the shiver that ran from her fingertip up her arm and all the way down her spine. So much for the forget-about-him-because-hook-ups-with-strangers-were-stupid plan. If casual touches with a stranger were making her clit throb, she obviously needed to get laid—and soon.
    …
    Damn it! I shouldhave put on makeup first. The cute brunette in the Superman T-shirt he could deal with; at least she’d had—or come up with—an excuse for standing there gaping. And he’d planned on scanning the crowd for Megara, which would probably draw more attention than he wanted. But the women in pleather were another story. As soon as they stepped into the elevator, the Asian one had slithered closer. Not what he was looking for at all. He just wanted out of here so he could get the convention program. The sooner he broke the code, the sooner Takamaki would be in custody and his weekend would get back to sane and reasonable.
    So, he’d punched the lobby button…and so had the brunette. Her finger skidded against his, almost like a rock skipping on the pond at his parents’ farm. Hit-soar-hit-soar-hit. It definitely ended on hit . The logical part of his brain screamed that it was just static electricity from the dry air in the hotel. Inexplicably, he wanted to twist his hand over and hold hers, feel the weight of her touch for real—as if she finally succumbed to gravity and fell into the water.
    He should have jerked his hand away. It would have been the smart thing. He was