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had had a far more prominent spotthan the current one on the back of her closet door), but in the airbrushed version they didn’t flash with anger the way they did now. I mean, sure, they were fairly delicious either way, but I was a little too freaked out to take too much notice of that. Or the fact that neither of Wynn’s life-size posters were exactly accurate. Actual life-size Graham was way taller. And pissed. Clearly, clearly pissed.
    He practically spit his words out. “Look, I can’t even begin to tell you how messed up this is. Where do you get off breaking into my room? What did you think exactly? That I’d walk in and find you on my bed and decide, ‘Well, sure! I mean she’s already here, so . . . Why not have my way with her, make her my girlfriend, marry her even! Hey, I know, let’s start a family.’ Is that how the scenario played out in your mind? Because let me tell you, the only one you might be starting a family with is the guard in juvie, which is where you’re headed. If they don’t decide you’re better served in a mental hospital.”
    He turned his attention to his entourage, specifically the beefy bodyguard. “Roddy, can you call the front desk?”
    The other three adults were busy looking everywhere but in my direction, as Roddy grunted, “I’m on it” and reached across Graham for the phone.
    That was enough to snap me fully awake. “Wait, I can explain . . . ,” I murmured. Granted, I should have shouted this, but c’mon, this was me we were talking about.
    Graham snorted. “Look, I don’t want to know how you bribed the guy behind the front desk or flashed him your ass or whatever you had to do to get the key to this room. I’m not interested in the strawberriesand champagne on its way up here or the bubbles you brought for a bath. Don’t you realize you’re the third girl this year, in as many cities, to pull this exact same stunt?”
    He paused and gave my bedhead ponytail, ratty jeans, and gray Kansas State School of Architecture T-shirt a disdainful once-over. “I’ll give you credit, at least you don’t look the part.”
    Oddly, this was the thing that finally ticked me off. It was totally out of character for me to not be tripping over my apologies right then and I definitely started out feeling guilty about getting caught in his bed, but c’mon ! It was an innocent mistake. I certainly hadn’t had some grand seduction scene planned out.
    Except this guy was so full of himself that he wouldn’t even take two minutes to listen to my side of the story (and okay, fine, it’s not like I was offering it. Still). Misunderstanding or not, who the hell did he think he was? Just because he was a Hollywood Heartthrob with a capital H didn’t give him the right to talk to me like this. If he thought I was going to be swayed by his swimmer’s build or the way his hair picked up glints from the chandelier, he was deluded.
    I glared at him, which was major progress for me. Gathering all my inner reserves, I spit out, “Whatever. Just you wait until I find my mom!”
    His mouth formed a puzzled O shape.
    Granted, that statement would have sounded a whole lot smoother had the guy known where my mother fit into the scenario, but at that moment I was beyond caring about saving face with Graham Cabot. I stomped (sort of) to the door and placed my hands on my hips, waitingfor Roddy to move his lumberjack frame out of the way.
    Roddy peered easily over the top of my head at Graham, awaiting permission to move. Graham must have made some motion because Roddy stepped to the side and let me resume my march to the elevator. The door to the suite clicked softly into place behind me.
    As I jammed my finger repeatedly on the down button, the door to Graham’s room clicked opened again and one of the other adults—a tiny pixie woman with olive skin and thick black