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silently as she could. Speeding through the unfamiliar apartment, she found her shoes near the door. She vaguely remembered tugging the boots off to dance around on the furniture. Heat suffused her skin. The reckless abandon allowed her to accompany a total stranger—three total strangers—to a private apartment, and the reality of it all sobered her mood.
    She opened the front door a crack when a hard masculine arm slammed it shut. Richard spun her around and pressed her right up against the door. Gloriously nude and rumpled from sleep, his mouth fused with hers and stifled her objections. Releasing her lips, he leaned his forehead to hers. “Where are you going?”
    Even his voice, husky and deep from sleep, sent shivers racing up her spine.
    “I have to go.” She sighed. “Places to see, people to be.”
    He drifted closer, the musky scent of him wrapping around her. He nuzzled her cheek and feathered kisses along her ear. “You don’t have to go anywhere…”
    She stopped his sensual assault with a hand flat against his chest. “Look, sexy beast, this was fun, and those orgasms were amazing. But I have to go now.”
    His expression darkened. “Kristina…”
    “Richard?” She lifted her eyebrows, challenging.
    “We have much to discuss. You need to stay here.” Command flowed through his tone and stroked against her.
    Trailing her fingers down his chest, she admired the cut of his muscles even if he was paler than the guys she might normally tease. Her sex clenched, but her internal clock ticking down warned her against giving in. “I appreciate the offer, beastie boy, I really do. But I have a show tonight…” Inspiration struck and she gave him a little shove backwards. “Midnight Mystery Lounge—come watch me. Maybe we’ll party again after.”
    He let her move him, but when she tried to open the door, he pulled her back around. “No. No more shows. No more performances. It’s time for you to come home.” The demand scorched her—urged her to obey—and she shoved again. Only this time he didn’t move.
    “Yeah, okay. Look—you’re great in bed. Loved the sex. Had a blast. Even enjoyed the bite. But stop being a douche. You don’t own me.” Twisting beneath his arm, she hooked her leg behind his and pushed. But he snaked an arm around her waist and instead of toppling, he had her back up against the door.
    “Kristina, look at me.” His gaze pinned her. His pupils dilated. The room faded away, elongating behind him as though the world retreated in a rush. His eyes filled her vision, his heart thundered in her ears and his scent filled her nostrils. “Remember.” The word, heavy with so much meaning, pushed at her and the world snapped, like a rubber band stretched too far. The recoil stung and Kiki did the only thing she could think to do.
    She drove her fist into his solar plexus. She aimed lower, but he dodged. Breaking from the trance, she wrenched the door open and marched over to the elevator. Goon One and Goon Two straightened as she exited. She punched the button to summon the elevator. Awareness blanketed her.
    Richard stood at her back.
    “Don’t.” She ordered. She could barely make out his reflection in the golden doors, but his hand hovered at her shoulder.
    “Kristina…”
    The doors opened and she stepped inside, pivoting to face him. “My name is Kiki. Thanks for the fun—and the creepy look into my eyes shtick. I enjoyed it.”
    She winked and hit the down button. Richard stared at her, brows drawn together in a scowl so fierce relief flooded her when the doors closed him out. She sagged back against the wall, heart pounding. Bravado was all well and good, but she had a feeling she just poked that sexy beast a little too hard.
    Rubbing her fingers against her lips, lightheadedness surged through her. She flicked a look to the controls. The elevator’s descent seemed to be taking forever. The languid heat from their lovemaking receded. Sunrise was close.
    Too