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never been this hard in his life, and he wasn’t even touching her! Oh God, that thought pushed him dangerously close to the edge.
    “I had no idea that would feel so good,” she said, and from the corner of his eye he saw her push herself up against the pillows. “But I feel dizzy now.”
    You and me both! “Maybe you have sunstroke,” Baz said to the wall, telling himself to step away from the bed, but not managing to comply. “I could look that up on the Internet. How to treat it. I’m sure it’s just a mild case,” he added, because he still wasn’t taking her anywhere outside the guest bedroom. Which was seriously crazy. Injured girl, he reminded himself. But he could smell her distinctive salty fragrance and that only made the throbbing worse.
    The antidote. I need the antidote for the drug. Fast!
    “Where am I?” she asked.
    “At my father’s house,” he said, because that sounded less like he was a lone sex fiend and more like she was in a nice safe family home. “You said you didn’t want to go to the hospital.”
    “No. I must avoid the authorities,” she replied, and even her voice was sexy, husky and with an odd accent. Was she a European tourist? An illegal immigrant? He risked a glance at her and saw that her enormous eyes were slightly tilted and she had high cheekbones. Cheekbones he could easily imagine licking on his way to her neck.
    “Are you available for sex?”
    Baz blinked in shock and snapped his head back to stare at the wall. For a terrible second he though he’d said that, then he stopped breathing.
    She had.
    “Pardon?” he croaked.
    “I have genitals and I like the pleasure they give me. I want more.”
    Baz felt pressure building up then, like a jet engine revving for take off. Jump on her, you idiot. Say ‘Yes please’. But instead he blurted, ”The police rang,” and jerked a step away, back towards the door. “They’re coming here to interview us both at four. That’s in two hours. You should clean up. Get dressed.”
    “The police? They’re authorities.” He could hear the tension in her voice. Then, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”
    Baz waved his hand in a pulling–up motion. “The sheet. Could you cover yourself?”
    Movement from the bed, then, “I am covered.”
    Baz took a slow breath, then turned to find she’d pulled the sheet up to her waist. Even in the shadows he could see her pert little breasts exposed. He knew they would be dusted in sand and would therefore taste salty and delicious. In fact, so strong was this conviction that Baz actually wavered forward with his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Somehow he managed to keep his feet in the same place. “Higher,” he croaked, and waved a hand frantically in her direction.
    She frowned and pulled the sheet up to her chin.
    Baz turned to her and nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice until after he’d swallowed several times, then he said, “You breathed something on me at the beach.”
    “An attractant,” she replied.
    What? Baz shook his head. Was it some souped–up version of Spanish Fly? “Well it worked,” he snapped, trembling again. “How long until it wears off?”
    They looked at each other, then she said, “I am here to get pregnant. Will you assist me in that?”
    She looked entirely guileless, as if she’d just asked him for directions to the train station, but cold reality was washing though Baz’s entrails like an icy enema. “No,” he said, and then shook his head to add power to the refusal. “Is this some sort of Green Card thing?” Jesus, did she jump off a cruise liner or something? Was that why she’d been in the water?
    She frowned. “But I have used my attractant on you. I only had one dose.”
    “Then you wasted it,” he said, wondering if this was Scam Wilsons Week and he hadn’t been told.
    “Are you sure?” she said, and stripped the sheet back to expose herself.
    Baz had been hard the whole time he’d been talking to her, but the