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breaths became my breath. Their
heat was my heat. Their desire flowed around me, and it was almost
painful not to touch myself.
    Their breathing quickened, then came a grunt
from Reece and a small cry from Ally.
    It was all over. Neither spoke, but
someone—Reece I think—blew out a long breath, as if he couldn't
believe what he'd just done.
    "Put your clothes on and get out," he said,
gruff. "I'll be there in a minute."
    The rustle of fabric was followed by a giggle
from Ally. "Kiss me," she said.
    "No." The door opened, letting in a small
amount of light. His back was to me, his big frame shielding her
from me, or me from her.
    My heart banged inside my chest, and my brain
was a soupy mess of half-formed thoughts and too many emotions. My
nerve endings jangled from the heat and desire still coursing
through me.
    Ally slipped out without another word and
Reece shut the door again. He remained in the storeroom. With
me.
    "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

CHAPTER 3
     
     
    Nothing can prepare you for getting caught in
the same room as a couple having sex. I wanted to sink into the
floor and disappear, or maybe throw up.
    Real sophisticated, Cleo.
    There was nothing sophisticated about the
situation I'd found myself in. It was totally and utterly
humiliating. I just had to remember it was more humiliating for
Reece than for me. Maybe.
    For a moment I thought if I simply stood
there, squashed between the shelves, not moving, he would think
he'd imagined my presence and leave. But he didn't.
    He switched on the light.
    I blinked at the sudden brightness and shrank
even further back. When my eyes had adjusted, I dared to look into
the face of Reece Kavanagh to gauge his reaction to the weird
situation.
    Bad move. He wasn't smiling, and dark shadows
lurked in those soulless eyes. His brows crashed together and he
crossed his arms over his chest. His jacket and tie lay on a shelf
nearby and his muscles bulged inside his shirt. The man's physique
was as impressive and intimidating as his expression. He stood
between me and the door, an impenetrable, immovable wall of pure
steel.
    "I…I'm, uh, sorry," I said with as much
coolness as I could muster, which was very little. "I came in here
looking for…" I glanced around at the contents on the shelves.
"Toilet paper." I winced. That was the best I could do?
    "In the dark?"
    Crap. Time to retreat and get out with what
little dignity I had left. It seemed unfair that I should be the
embarrassed one, when he'd been caught with his pants
down.
    I stepped forward, out from my hiding place,
but he didn't move.
    "You didn't answer my question," he said.
    "Huh? Oh, right, yeah I was looking in the
dark. Stupid, I know." I shrugged.
    He still didn't move. "My other
question."
    "Other question?" I genuinely couldn't
remember. My mind was mush. What the hell had he asked me?
    "Did you enjoy the show?"
    Hell. Why couldn't he just pretend nothing
happened? That's what normal people did. He could let me out with a
sheepish smile and a goofy shrug. I'd promise not to tell anyone
and everything would be fine.
    But it wasn't fine. It was awkward, and I was
still damned hot, my skin slick in uncomfortable places. "Um…"
There's no sensible answer to that question. There just isn't. "It
was…"
    "Interesting?" he filled in.
    "I suppose."
    "Nice?" He leaned back against the doorframe
and lazily crossed his ankles. With his eyelids half closed, he
looked less dangerous and more amused at my discomfort. Damn
him.
    "That's not quite the word I'd use," I
said.
    "How about hot?"
    I swallowed loudly and looked down at my
shoes. "I, uh, guess so." I cleared my throat and took another step
closer. He didn't move aside. Panic fluttered in my chest, but I
refused to let it bloom. I didn't think I was in danger from this
man, but if that were the case, why wasn't he letting me out?
"Excuse me, Mr. Kavanagh, I'd like to leave now."
    "Call me Reece. I think we should be on first
name terms after what we just