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were coming from outside her. She shook her head, not understanding.
    Shouldn’t she try to run? The man’s eyes turned away briefly to the floor, his posture non-threatening. Clare was overwhelmed with a sense of safety.
    “This is crazy,” she whispered, mesmerized. “Who are you?”
    The man wore a fitted black shirt. It molded to his muscles, leaving nothing to the imagination. Clare’s body responded instantly. A wave of pleasure swept throughout her again. No doubt leftovers from the stimulating shower experience.
    Mere seconds passed like minutes. She was sure it was just the aftermath of pleasure from the showerhead that made her knees weak and her heart race, but he was so perfect, so close, so cute. Her gaze drifted over his flat stomach to where his tight leather pants molded to his hips and legs. A foot rested leisurely over a knee, framing the biggest bulge she’d ever seen between a man’s thighs.
    Clare gasped and couldn’t look away. The man’s smile was deliberate and sultry. His gaze traveled over her naked flesh in ill-concealed appreciation. A low sound emerged from the back of his throat, animalistic and raw.
    He smiled, not moving from his seat. A chill went over her at the sound of his voice. It was as if he caressed her without touching her. His tone gentle, he added, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
    Clare shook herself back to reality. What was she doing just standing there? She screamed, though the sound of it was odd after having stood for so long staring. Glancing at the door, she tried to hide her body from him with her hands and arms. All she wanted was to be covered. Now.
    “Would you like a towel?” he asked. Her eyes flew to his and he offered up a small hand towel to her, swinging it back and forth between them. “It’s the only one I can find over here. I’d stand up to look, but I’m afraid you’ll try to hurt me.”
    Was he serious?
    Clare screamed again, not knowing how else to react. Bending down, she grabbed the small trash bin and threw it at him. It cracked him in the forehead. He looked shocked by her actions but she really didn’t care. The only other thing even close to her was a fake plant on the floor. Grabbing it, she hurled it at him and ran past him, through the bathroom door to the bedroom. She looked for her duffel bag full of clothes. It was missing. Seeing the red silk coverlet on the bed, she dove onto the mattress. Within seconds, she had the silk wrapped to her wet, naked body. Snatching a rather odd-shaped lamp off the nightstand, she jerked the cord from the wall and held it above her head as she searched the room for a phone. She’d call security and get this man’s sexy ass tossed overboard. Who did he think he was?
    When she again looked at him, the man was leaning against the doorframe. His smile widened, though there was confusion in his eyes. Clare attempted her best look of outrage as she glared at him.
    “You don’t recognize me?” he asked.
    She frowned. What an odd question. Again, the feeling of calm and safety attempted to take over her senses. Clare tried to resist, but the feelings were too strong. Anger and fear gave over to embarrassment. After all, he’d watched her most private moments. How dare he break into her room and spy on her. Truth be told, she was mortified that he’d actually watched her pleasure herself like that. Gawd! She couldn’t even think about what she’d done with him standing there looking at her.
    “If I had known you were so eager to get into my bed, I would’ve already been in it, naked and waiting for you.” The man smiled sheepishly. Clare frowned. He was trying to make jokes at a time like this? “Why don’t you drop the blanket and come here? I promise I can make you feel better than that shower ever could.”
    “Drop the what?” Glancing down, she looked at the red cover and then back at him. Her body shivered, very much liking his idea. “You sick… get out before I… before