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and wanted to scream when she realized she was still in her dress from last night. Yup, she’d definitely been out of it. Slipping as best she could out of her dress, she let it fall to the floor and promised herself that she’d sweep it up later and steam-clean it. It was one of her favorite creations, and tired as she had been, Addison should have known better than to sleep in it.
    “Huh?” she said to herself, looking down at her naked body.
    She definitely remembered putting on underwear last night. She’d never gone anywhere commando before. Had she lost them?
    What the hell?
    Maybe she’d been more drunk on the Pabstthan she’d thought before she set out and been way too daring. Either way, it was definitely unexpected. Her throbbing head, however, demanded the most attention. Rushing into the bathroom, she dry swallowed some aspirin and then hopped in the shower, letting the hot spray dig into her shoulders, relieving knots in her back that had settled in there from her contrived position on her bed last night.
    Once she was done, Addison shoved on some flannel pajama pants and an old tee advertising her college. Already, she could smell the scent of pancakes and bacon wafting in from the kitchen, making her think she needed to get Will a present. Her brother might have wandered off a bit last night, but he really was trying to help her feel better. Giving her something greasy to help combat her headache was definitely a plus.
    Scurrying out of her room, she went straight for the fridge and pulled out the Brita pitcher. She poured a huge glass of cool water and took several, long gulps. “You have no idea how badly my head hurts.”
    “I did Jager shots with my friends, so I bet mine hurts almost as bad,” Will said, winking back at her.
    “So the breakfast isn’t all altruism?” she pouted as she sat at the kitchen table. “I’m really hurt by that!”
    He shrugged and shoved the pancake plate onto the table. “Well a guy’s gotta eat too, sis. Now, can you tell me more about your night? You came down from some random corner of the roof with the dopiest grin I ever saw on anyone’s face. I asked what was up and you started rambling and drunk-talking about a sheikh, and then you passed out in my arms. It was a big production just getting the cab and getting you home.”
    She blushed at that. “Sorry I got so sloppy. I never do that, but then I’ve never been fired before. I guess yesterday was a huge day of firsts for me.”
    “No prob. But, seriously, I know it was a big costume party but I never saw a sheikh. Are you sure you weren’t so drunk that you were seeing sheikhs and pink elephants too?”
    Addison dug into one of the pancakes and was about to dismiss it all when big parts of last night came flooding back into her mind—the rooftop meeting with the man in the Middle Eastern robes, that mane with eyes like liquid gold, the amazing sex, and even their secret pet names for each other. Oh God, she’d been a very naughty kitty last night.
    Not that she was about to tell her brother that.
    Ever.
    “Your guess is as good as mine,” she said, her voice a bit tight.
    Addison dug even more into her pancakes, stuffing her mouth in hopes that her brother would stop questioning her. There was no way she could explain she’d been the courtesan or harem girl or whatever for a guy who was basically pretending to be Rudolph Valentino. God, seriously, what had she been thinking? What kind of a crazy moron was she?
    Of course, then her mind flashed back to the way his tongue had felt lapping at her inner sanctum, at the pleasure crashing over her in gargantuan waves, and part of her wasn’t so embarrassed after all. Besides, no one would ever have to know. He was long gone to who knew where, and it wasn’t like she was going to spill the beans to her brother. Some things, even twins didn’t share.
    “Then it was definitely something else,” he said. “I mean, I saw tons of cancan dancers and