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needs. But those needs he’d not been willing to address. Not that he hadn’t wanted to. It had taken ever fiber of will power to resist the urges of his flesh. Even though he barely knew her, she’d already made an indelible impression on him, and what was more, on his body as well.
    Though he could deny the attraction all he wanted, his body clearly was ready to consummate this newfound union without a care in the world.
    He wanted her. Just being present in the same room as her, his cock had sprung to attention in a heartbeat, ready to plunder sweet Melanie. Simply another notch on his belt? He didn’t think so. Not while he had his strength. No matter how much he wanted her that way, he had to resist the urges of his flesh.
    She was his guest. And what she needed more than anything was tender loving care so she could get well.
    He’d stood outside her door for the longest time after breaking off what clearly was a moment of temporary insanity on both their parts, and when she’d started softly moaning and thrashing about in bed, he’d instinctively known she was exploring her pleasure without his help.
    The sounds and memory of her body so close to his had enticed him to do something he hadn’t done since his teenage years. He’d taken his cock in hand and gotten off. Listening to her reaching the heights of ecstasy, it hadn’t taken him more than a minute to find release himself.
    He’d soon cursed himself for behaving like a horny teenager and for ruining his Donald Duck pajama bottoms.
    With an exasperated shake of the head, he’d returned to bed, vowing never to let the girl get under his skin like that again. Losing control like that had frankly scared the living daylights out of him…
    Now he gently knocked on her door, and when her soft voice bade him entrance, he stepped inside.
    “Hey, sleepyhead. How are you feeling today?”
    She groaned in response. “Whatever Robert gave me yesterday? I need a double dose. My head is killing me.”
    “Don’t worry, Mademoiselle . I have everything you need right here.”
    “I know.”
    He blushed when her eyes dropped to his crotch and pointedly rested there.
    Oh, God. This was going to prove a lot harder than he’d anticipated.

Chapter 8

    I tore my eyes away from Jack’s genitals, chastising myself all the while. What was happening to me! How did I suddenly turn into this wanton woman?
    Though technically, since I was still suffering from amnesia, I had no way of knowing this wasn’t who I really was.
    Oh, God. Was I some sort of loose woman? Some sultry seductress who couldn’t feel satisfied unless I had a man between my legs twenty-four seven?
    I sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case.
    And from the look on Jack’s face, it wasn’t what he’d bargained for either.
    We stood staring at each other for a moment, both too stunned for speech, and were finally saved by the bell. Literally.
    As the buzzer intruded upon our moment of awkwardness, Rufus darted toward the door and started hopping up and down, yapping all the while.
    Jack frowned, seemingly annoyed.
    “Were you expecting someone?”
    He shook his head. “Nope. Robert said he’d drop in later today, and my dad, but other than that I cleared my schedule and told Kate, my secretary, I wouldn’t come in today.”
    It reminded me to ask him what it was exactly that he did. And how he could afford a suite at the Carlton and a presumably posh pad in Paris.
    “Better lock the door,” Jack said curtly.
    The fear that had disappeared overnight abruptly reared its ugly head again. My eyes went wide. “You don’t think...”
    “Better be safe than sorry.” He quickly closed the door, and I hurried over to lock it behind him.
    Pressing my ear to the door, I listened intently. When no sound came, I started to assume that perhaps it’d been maintenance checking in to schedule cleaning.
    Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, and I jerked back from the door. Another bang, and the splintering