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to break free of the fly of his jeans. Was she real y going to leave him in this condition? She’d said she would help him with it. And this wasn’t helping. At al .
    She stood close to him, his knee between hers. The hem of her skirt brushed his thigh. He wanted to put more under that skirt than his knee. The silk of her top pul ed against her breasts when she moved. Such nice breasts. So soft against his chest. The only thing keeping his hands off them was the orange-flavored sports drink he gripped with both hands. Wel that, and the fear she’d tel him he did not have permission to touch her.
    She peeled the banana, broke off a chunk, and slid it in his mouth. “Eat it. It wil settle your stomach and also help prevent a hangover.”
    He chewed the piece of banana and swal owed. “You’re taking care of me?”
    “Trying to. Are you resisting?”
    Taking her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist gently. “I like it. Can I do something for you?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of her wrist suggestively while looking up at her.
    Her fingers curled involuntarily and her nipples hardened beneath her thin, white top. He found himself completely immersed in her. Her scent. The sound of her soft voice. The taste of her skin. And her body? Perfect. How much resistance would she offer if he tossed her down on the bed and tried to have his way with her?
    “Grrrr.” Uh… Did he just growl? He hoped he’d imagined it.
    She tugged her hand from his and took a step away. She seemed to realize he wasn’t as harmless as she’d first gauged. “Sleep it off, Brian. And I might let you make it up to me tomorrow.”
    She broke off another piece of banana and pressed it into his mouth. He chewed, swal owed, and chased the banana with the rest of his sports drink. He set the empty bottle on the side table and placed a hand on the back of her leg, just above her knee. She emitted an excited little gasp.
    He grinned up at her. “You’d better get some rest then. You’l need your stamina.”
    “So wil you.” She fed him more banana and shifted sideways out of his grasp. “Do you need me to help you get back to your room?”
    He frowned. “I can’t stay here?” If he returned to the band’s hotel suite tonight, he’d never hear the end of it from the guys.
    It made his head swim to look up at her, but he did it anyway. He liked to look at her. Gorgeous. Feminine. Mature. No girl, she was al woman. She maintained an outer appearance of propriety, but he sensed an undercurrent of blazing-hot sexuality. He’d never been with a woman like her. Sophisticated sensuality. What would she be like in bed? Reserved? Kinky? Passionate? Placid?
    Dominant? Submissive? He had to know.
    She touched his lips with her fingertip. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”
    “Absolutely not.”
    Her finger moved from his lips to trace his eyebrow. “In that case, I insist.”
    He moaned and fel back on the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why did I have to get so drunk?”
    “Take off your boots and climb into bed.”
    “Do I get a goodnight kiss, at least?” he murmured. His eyes refused to open. His body went limp as he lost awareness.

    ***
Myrna leaned over Brian and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The poor guy had passed out cold. She bent to remove his black leather boots, took the spiked bracelet off his wrist and removed a long, silver chain from his belt loop. She rol ed him onto his side, in case he threw up in the middle of the night, and covered him with a blanket.
    She watched him sleep for a moment.
    Brian Sinclair.
    Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist.
    Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her.
    God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she al owed herself to have sex with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously