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full of stares crawled over her body.
    Oh God, what was she doing? She had to get away. While she still could. She wasn’t Kole anymore. Even if Lachlan brought the model out in Cameron, she’d long since left Kole behind.
    She fought the urge to fidget. She’d stepped out of the limelight for a reason—anonymity was a safe place. Playing Twister with Australia’s most influential, powerful bachelor at a party filled to the brim with the country’s movers and shakers, starlets, celebrities and sport heroes all in possession of smartphones with cameras and net access hardly constituted laying low. Playing Twister braless with one of the most influential men on the planet was the kind of thing Kole did, not her. Not who she was now, and she liked who she was now. She liked the private woman who didn’t care about manicures and make-up and who had no problems getting her fingernails filthy as she rebuilt a car engine.
    She knew who she was now. At least, she thought she had. Now, she wasn’t so sure.
    Around her, a low murmuring started. Despite Kole being absent from the public eye for sixteen years, people were beginning to recognize her. Really, apart from the fact her black hair had once been a thick straight curtain brushing her backside, she didn’t look that different. Especially in the ludicrous outfit she was wearing. She had no doubt what the next day’s paper headline would read. Reclusive model and media mogul playing dirty at exclusive private party.
    Years of sheltering herself destroyed for one chance at tormenting Lachlan McDermott? Years of privacy shattered for the opportunity to feel his tall, lean, hard body move against hers? Years of denying the part of her that ached for such contact? Of submitting to the part that feared it?
    Was she really doing this?
    She felt Lachlan’s stare on her face and drew in a slow, steady breath, knowing the action lifted her breasts.
    No, Kole drew the breath. Kole, not Cameron, and Kole was very much a woman who did exactly what needed to be done to get what she wanted. A sexy, seductive woman who wanted Lachlan McDermott…even if it was only in a game of Twister.
    “Okay,” a male voice rose over the room’s din, “let’s play.”
    Cameron barely suppressed the urge to flinch. She slid her gaze to the weatherman, watching him flick the Twister spinner. The little black pointer blurred into a black circle as it spun around the game controller before coming to a halt. “Left hand, red.”
    She returned her attention to Lachlan. Found him regarding her with unreadable, unwavering focus. The library’s soft muted light fell over his bare torso, turning his skin a warm golden brown, highlighting the sinewy strength of his muscled form. Cameron’s pulse quickened and her pussy—already too aware of the erotic possibilities of the situation—fluttered some more. God, was she insane?
    No. She just had to play the role. She just had to be Kole. Just for this game.
    She let her gaze roam that bare chest, let it linger on the dark trail of hair disappearing behind the low waistline of his jeans, before sliding back up to his face.
    He stared at her, nostrils flaring.
    With a slow curl of her lips—and without breaking eye contact—Cameron bent forward and placed her left hand in the middle of the closest red circle on the playing mat.
    Her breasts, uncontained by her minuscule bra, swung gently in the loose strip of metallic-silver satin laughably called a shirt draped around her neck. Her nipples brushed inside the designer garment. It sent a shivery ripple over her body and she swallowed a soft gasp.
    Lachlan’s stare fell to her chest a second before returning to her upturned face. Nostrils flaring, jaw tight, he bent at the waist and, exerting an amazing level of physical control over his muscles, slowly placed his left hand on the red circle before him. They faced each other, legs splayed, one hand anchoring them to the floor, their stares holding each