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was going on. And then she knew. It had almost gone too far. He’d started to make love to her, and then he’d remembered who they were and he’d stopped. He must be hurting like the very devil.
    She wanted to get out of the car and go to him, but that would probably make things even worse. She looked down and realized that she was nude to the hips. And he’d seen her like that, touched her…
    She tugged her dress back up in a sudden flurry of embarrassment. It had seemed so natural at the time, but now it was shameful. She felt for the straps and pulled the bodice up, keeping her eyes away from her hard, swollen nipples. King had suckled them…
    She shuddered with the memory, with new knowledge of him. He’d hate her now, she thought miserably. He’d hate her for letting him go so far, for teasing him. There were names for girls who did that. But she hadn’t pulled away, or said no, she recalled. He’d been the one to call a halt, because she couldn’t.
    Her face went scarlet. She smoothed back her disheveled hair with hands that trembled. How could she face her guests now, like this? Everyone would know what had happened. And what if Wyatt should come along in the Jaguar…?
    She looked behind them, but there was no car in sight.And then she realized that they were on King’s property, not hers. Had he planned this?
    After another minute, she saw him straighten and run a hand through his sweaty hair. He rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his trousers. He did the same with his evening jacket and straightened his tie.
    When he finally turned back to get into the car, he looked pale and unapproachable. Tiffany glanced at him as he climbed back in and closed the door, wondering what to say.
    â€œI’ll drive you home,” he said tersely. “Fasten your seat belt,” he added, because she didn’t seem to have enough presence of mind to think of it herself.
    He started the car without looking at her and turned it around. Minutes later, they were well on the way to her father’s house.
    It was ablaze with lights, although most of the cars had gone. She looked and saw the Jaguar sitting near the front door. So Wyatt was back. She didn’t know what kind of car he was driving, so she couldn’t tell if he’d gone or not. She hoped he had, and his cousin with him. She didn’t want to see them again.
    King pulled up at the front door and stopped, but he didn’t cut the engine.
    She reached for the door handle and then looked back at him, her face stiff and nervous.
    â€œAre you angry?” she asked softly.
    He stared straight ahead. “I don’t know.”
    She nibbled her lower lip, and tasted him there. “I’mnot sorry,” she said doggedly, her face suddenly full of bravado.
    He turned then, his eyes faintly amused. “No. I’m not sorry, either.”
    She managed a faint smile, despite her embarrassment. “You said it had to happen eventually.”
    â€œAnd you wanted it to happen with me. So you said.”
    â€œI meant it,” she replied quietly. Her eyes searched his, but she didn’t find any secrets there. “I’m not ashamed.”
    His dark eyes trailed down her body. “You’re exquisite, little Tiffany,” he said. “But years too young for an affair, and despite tonight’s showing, I don’t seduce virgins.”
    â€œIs an affair all you have to offer?” she asked with new maturity.
    He pursed his lips, considering that. “Yes, I think it is. I’m thirty-four. I like my freedom. I don’t want the commitment of a wife. Not yet, at least. And you’re not old enough for that kind of responsibility. You need a few years to grow up.”
    She was grown up, but she wasn’t going to argue the point with him. Her green eyes twinkled. “Not in bed, I don’t.”
    He took a deep breath. “Tiffany, there’s more to a