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which got soaked the second her wet hand clutched it. The ink began to smear, and for some asinine reason, she fanned the sheet to stop the smearing. What was the matter with her? A total stranger had just become privy to all her secret fantasies and she was trying to preserve the words? She ought to be burning the damn thing.
    “Don’t worry,” Ryan said graciously. “I memorized it.”
    She set her jaw. “You had no business reading that.”
    “Maybe not, but I did, and now it’s branded into my memory.” He sighed. “It kept me up all night, you know. There I was, tossing and turning, wondering where we should go to take care of number four. A park? Out here in the pool? The back alley of a bar? Damn, the possibilities are endless, Annabelle.”
    Number four? What was he—her cheeks burned. Sex in public (preferably a place without security cameras). Oh God. She couldn’t believe he’d actually memorized it. The last time she’d been this embarrassed was back in the third grade, when her frenemy Joan poured water on Annabelle’s crotch and proceeded to tell the entire class she’d peed her pants.
    “ We are not going anywhere,” she said stiffly. “I, on the other hand, am leaving now.” Her back was ramrod straight as she stomped toward the chair where she’d dropped her towel.

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    Elle Kennedy
    She felt Ryan’s eyes on her as she dried off, and she knew he was ogling her tiny bikini. A sick part of her was even a little flattered, but the embarrassed part overruled it, pushing her to dry off faster and wrap the towel around herself.
    “So is that a no?” Ryan asked, cocking his head casually.
    “Huh?”
    “You won’t let me help you?” he clarified.
    She frowned. “Help me do what?”
    “Cross out all those dirty items on your dirty list.” He offered a charming smile. “Look, it’s obvious you can’t carry out some of those, uh, activities, alone. I’m just offering my services, babe.”
    “Again with the babe?” She huffed out a breath. “I don’t want or need your help. That list was intended for someone else.”
    He paused. “You’ve got a boyfriend?”
    “Yes.” She hesitated. “No. Well, maybe.”
    “Which is it, yes, no or maybe?”
    She fought a wave of exasperation. “All of them, okay! I have a boyfriend, a sort of fiancé, but we’re on a break right now. Not that it’s any of your business.”
    “A sort of fiancé?” he echoed.
    “It’s a long story.” She grabbed her clothes from the chair, then slipped her wet feet into her flip-flops. “You are the pushiest guy I’ve ever met, you know that?”
    A thoughtful expression flitted over his face. “I’ve never been called pushy before. Endearing, sure.
    Charismatic. Drop-dead gorgeous. A real-life Michelangelo’s David . But never pushy.”
    A laugh slipped out of her throat before she could stop herself. “A real-life Michelangelo’s David ?
    Wow. You are so full of yourself, I don’t even know what to do with that.”
    “You could do me,” he said glibly.
    Her thighs quivered. Just a little. Oh, for Pete’s sake. She needed to get away from this guy. He was too freaking tempting, and right now, she needed to avoid temptation. She’d left San Francisco to think about her relationship with Bryce, not jump into a fling with a guy who had major over-confidence issues.
    “I won’t even dignify that with an answer,” she said, taking a step toward the lawn. “I’m leaving now.”
    He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
    She was halfway across the grass when he called, “Annabelle!”
    Reluctantly, she turned. “Yeah?”
    “If you change your mind, I’m in 2B.” His handsome features were the epitome of cocky.
    Without answering, she kept walking, not allowing herself to breathe until she was inside the building. Her breath came out in a shaky puff. Jeez, why did he have to be so damn attractive? If she were 20
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