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    “You are holding a lamp, which I presume you believe is an adequate defense.” He flashed a smile and tipped his head. “Maybe you should threaten me with that?”
    “Ah!”
    “I am only trying to help you. You seemed to be at a loss for words.” He waved his hand carelessly to the side, not coming any closer. His body’s relaxed position was anything but threatening.
    “I am not at a loss for anything other than a phone to get your—”
    “You have quite a temper. You did not seem as though you would. I rather like that, though it does not intimidate me. I have dealt with much scarier than you and I am always prepared for anything.”
    Furious and irrational, Clare snarled at him. “How’s your forehead, Mr. Prepared for Anything?”
    He cringed. “Yes, that. I will admit you managed a rare thing. You caught me off-guard.”
    “Come any closer and I’ll catch you upside your head a second time!”
    The man put his hands out and Clare took a deep breath. “You will calm down. There is no need for such hostility. I pose no threat and would rather die than see you harmed.”
    The temperature in the room rose dramatically. Clare struggled to take a deep breath as an unseen force wrapped around her, this time stronger than before. It calmed her, soothed her. Her mind told her to throw the lamp at him but her body refused to move. After a few seconds of internal conflict, her mind agreed with her body. Easing her arm down, she kept a tight grip on the lamp as she stared at the man.
    “See, isn’t that better?”
    “What are you doing in here? What’s going on? Why do you think I would know who you are?”
    She did feel better. Clare frowned, just now noticing his words were edged with a very noticeable accent. Russian, maybe? It only made him all the more appealing. Like he needed any help in the “sexiest man alive” category. Her frown deepened into a scowl.
    “Oh, I get it. You think I’m a prostitute, is that it? How dare you assume that I would entertain you!” she fumed, pulling the covers tighter. Her voice was calmer than before, though she was still upset. “This is my bed and my room and you don’t belong in either of them. Don’t you dare take another step closer. Stay back! You are in the wrong stateroom. Get out before I call security and have you thrown overboard!”
    The man lifted his hands, motioning her to be calm. “Easy, now. There’s no need to get all worked up. And I would never think you were a prostitute.”
    “Stop talking. Just shut up. I’m not going to sleep with you!” Clare demanded, fighting the sheets as she looked all around. Her nerves were shattered, and it was hard to be imposing wrapped in nothing but red silk. The strangest sensation came over her, as if she knew the man before her, felt him on a primal level. By his look, he felt it too. “Where is my bag? What did you do with it?”
    The man leisurely crossed over to a wooden nightstand. He looked hurt by her outburst. His tone harder than before, he said, “There was nothing worth keeping in them so I threw your bag overboard.” He nodded at a round port window, and then pulled something out of the drawer. “Well, nothing was worth keeping except for this little thing here.”
    Clare’s face drained of color. He hit the power button on her purple vibrator and a light buzz sounded over the room. The look in his eyes as they moved over her silk-covered body made her think he was about to pounce. A response sparked in her lower stomach at his boldness and she was instantly aroused. Cream drenched her already moist pussy and it throbbed incessantly with its aching need. He took a step toward her and she shrieked.
    “Shouldn’t I be the one calling out for help? It is my cabin that you have made yourself at home in. If you’re not supposed to be in here, why are you here?”
    Clare’s cheeks flared red and her eyes widened. “How dare you accuse me of…? This is my room… You had no right to