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this
quickly. I feel kind
of . . . um . . . slutty.”
She whispered that last word as if it had never applied to her
before.
    Heat flooded his groin. Fuck, yeah. She did want him
after all. He was used to women coming on to him, making their
intentions clear, and being blunt. He just wasn’t used to women
like Melanie doing so. Damn, his balls ached. There was no way in
hell he’d make it through a polite dinner with her. He was
perfectly fine with her feeling slutty. Especially because he
didn’t think she let herself feel that way often. Convincing her to
do something she wouldn’t normally do stroked his ego until an
inferno of lust blazed inside him.
    Melanie started the car while Gabe struggled to form
coherent thoughts. They were pulling out of the parking garage
before he managed to fire a rational synapse.
    “Um, where to?” she asked.
    He gave her the name of the hotel and she searched
for it on the car’s navigation system. It began to spout directions
in a robotic voice.
    “You have until we get to the hotel to get to know
me,” he said. “It isn’t far. You’d better get started.”
    “How often do you do this kind of thing?”
    “What kind of thing?”
    “Have women you don’t know drive you to your hotel
room?”
    “Less often than you think.”
    Her full lips pursed skeptically, she lifted an
eyebrow at him, before returning her attention to the road. It was
mostly deserted at this hour, which meant the short trip to the
hotel would be especially quick. A good thing. If he caught the
scent of her fruity shampoo one more time, he was going to unzip
his pants and show her the effect she had on him, indecent exposure
laws be damned.
    “I usually take them to the tour bus,” he said,
forcing his mind to keep up with the thread of their conversation.
“It’s easier to get rid of them that way.”
    She laughed. “At least you’re honest.”
    “How often do you do this kind of thing?” he
countered.
    “Before or after I graduated college?”
    There was a distinction? “After?”
    “Not often.”
    “Before?”
    “Whenever I felt like it,” she said. “Which wasn’t
often.”
    “So why are you doing this now?”
    “I figure I’m entitled to a little slutty fun every
now and then.”
    She turned her head to smile at him. She had a great
smile. It made his heart swell in his chest. And other things swell
in his pants.
    “And I really want to see that tattoo on your
hip.”
    He didn’t understand why a tattoo on his hip was
such a big deal to her. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just his
astrological sign. “I think your idea of who I am and who I really
am are entirely different things.”
    “Duh. That’s why I wanted to get to know you first,”
she said.
    Maybe he was the one who was nervous. He didn’t know
if she’d be impressed with the real him. Usually the rock star
thing did all his work for him. Gabe ran his knuckles down her bare
arm, and she shuddered. “And that’s why I’m in such a hurry to
occupy you with other things.”
    She glanced at him and asked, “So, do you have
family?”
    Well that topic definitely pulled the brakes on his
libido. “Yeah. Doesn’t everyone?”
    “I suppose most do. Are they huge fans of your
music?”
    He laughed. “Not especially. Hate isn’t a strong
enough word to describe how they feel about my music. I had a
strict, religious upbringing. My family is very conservative.”
    “You don’t talk to your family then?”
    “I didn’t say that. They don’t necessarily approve
of how I live or the career I chose, but they love me. As long as I
grow my hair out to cover the ink on my head before Thanksgiving,
we get along just fine.” And while he mostly did whatever he wanted
to do, he respected his parents enough not to flaunt his liberal
attitudes in their home. As far as he was concerned, it was a fair
compromise. His family’s comfort meant more to him than showing off
his tattoos. He hadn’t discovered his wild