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have happened, but
it paled in comparison to coming her brains out. Maybe not paled,
but they were mere oversights in the scheme of things.
    Saturday night, or early Sunday morning, was
the mistake. A big one. One that shouldn't have happened. A
clerical error when you got to the heart of it. The hotel staff had
booked the room for the weekend instead of the night. They knew
Sebastian's real identity, thanks to his platinum credit card, and
assumed the room would be needed the entire time he'd be in
town.
    Oh, she would blame them for running into
Sebastian at the elevator bank at the end of a very long day. They
should have had quick and efficient elevators. If they hadn't stood
there for three painfully, silent minutes, by the fourth, neither
one of them would have broke. They would have been able to pretend
to be strangers. Not people who couldn't keep their hands to
themselves.
    The hotel was to blame for the one moment of
weakness that had escalated to more. She was on the eighth floor
and he was on the tenth. Their room sat on the sixth. If it hadn't,
the mistake would have ended there. Neither Sebastian or Nicole
would have been remiss in their unspoken agreement of one night and
one night only of pleasure. Except the hotel made it too easy to go
back up to the room and repeat the previous night, with the same
specular results.
    The bastards.
    And now here she sat, hiding in the bar on a
Sunday afternoon, because who came to the bar on a Sunday? Hunger
clawed at her stomach viciously, but the restaurant wasn't safe to
enter. She might see him and her sex would swell at the sight of
him. There was no denying that greedy little mouth, not when it
came to Sebastian.
    The need and want to be with him...was a
mistake. Their conversation over late night meals, the laughter,
the teasing and competitive foreplay—a mistake. One she could get
past as soon as nine p.m. came around and she stepped into a cab,
heading for San Francisco, her home. A little past noon and all she
had to do was sit there with her carry-on bag until the cab came to
pick her up.
    Sebastian wasn't a lush so he wouldn't think
to come to the bar. He loved to eat and the likely place to find
him, if he didn't have an earlier flight, was the restaurant.
Nicole would be safe and then she could let this weekend go.
    A waiter passed by her table in the dark
corner. Nicole needed to relax, something she had managed to do
with Sebastian. She lifted her hand to call the waiter back and
order herself a drink to calm the nerves making her fingers
tremble. She glared at her hand. Maybe not nerves. Something more
akin to withdrawal symptoms, like DTs. Dick tremens in her sad, sad
case.
    “ Have we met before?” A
familiar deep and rich timbre asked behind her.
    Crap on a
cracker .
    Nicole didn't turn around, but glanced over
her shoulder. Sebastian had on his con man smile as he stood ten
feet away. He dragged a carry-on bag behind him. Not for the first
time, she wondered about his profession. She'd long since tossed
out actor or model.
    Sebastian didn't ring any bells for a
publicist, but in her line of work, it was less about them and more
about the client. A potential client found out about her due to
word of mouth, not because you could look her up in a phone book or
online. Even with social media being the new thing, you still knew
a publicist by their client list.
    None of that mattered as he stood there
tempting her. He wore a crisp dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves
and dark gray slacks. The price of his shoes could pay someone's
monthly salary. He had charm and could fast talk her under the
table. Or charm and fast talk a woman's panties off, which he’d
done with a cheesy-ass line. There was more to Sebastian than his
surface-level personality.
    She wanted to know what lie beneath the
veneer of the man and be the woman he chose to tell those secrets
to. Not a mistake, but a problem. Her heart wanted things they
hadn't agreed to. Things she'd long