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elevator, standing together with his arm around her waist. Well he should thank her. She couldn't believe she'd asked him up to her room. She'd basically asked him to have sex with her !
    Was she insane?
    She forced her eyes open again. He could probably feel her trembling, but she couldn't have said if she felt more nervous — or aroused. The sensations that had coursed through her out there on the pool deck...like sunlight seeping into her soul. And when he'd kissed her —
    Valerie released a shuddering sigh. His kiss had been the stuff of dreams.
    This was not a man who would be selfish or awkward in a physical situation. This was...a sorcerer.
    The elevator began to slow. Valerie saw the indicator light hit fifteen, her floor.
    Her shaking got worse. He was coming to her hotel room. She'd never done anything like this, treated sex as casual.
    But God help her, she wanted him kissing her again, she wanted his hands all over her, leaving those sensations of amazement in their wake. His hands made her feel beautiful, desirable, like a femme fatale.
    Couldn't she, for that, lose her scruples?
    The elevator doors jerked, then slid open. Roy tightened his hold on her as they walked out of the elevator. The action made Valerie's eyebrows rise. Was he afraid she was going to bolt?
    He could be right.
    "What's your room number?" he asked.
    "Oh." Valerie cleared her throat. "Fifteen-ten, I think. Let me check." With her free arm she lifted her purse. But to look inside, she needed the hand that was pinned against Roy's body.
    He seemed to understand the problem. He reached his free hand across to dig into her purse. The action was unexpectedly intimate. And efficient. He pulled out the card-holder they'd handed her at the front desk.
    "Room fifteen ten," he said, reading the handwritten scribble on the front of the brochure. He held it out so she could work the key card from its cut-out in front. "Didn't they tell you to keep your key separate from your room number?" His tone was warmly amused.
    "Oh, they might have." Valerie watched as he dropped the brochure back into her purse and then plucked the key card from her fingers.
    "And you, of course, paid attention. Fifteen ten is to the left."
    "How do you know?"
    "I've stayed in all of these hotels."
    "Oh." Apparently he hadn't been kidding about having no home of his own. Meanwhile, he shifted his hold from her waist to her elbow, the better to lead her along.
    Valerie's knees felt weak. He was so strong beside her, smelling faintly of man. When she ventured to glance at him, she had a sense of unreality. Was this going to be with her intimately? All this incredible virility? It didn't seem possible.
    It also didn't seem intelligent.
    But before she knew it they were standing in front of her hotel room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.
    Valerie's heart beat like a hammer.
    He waltzed right into the room, drawing her after him. The possessive action made her realize there were some matters she ought to nail down. Non-negotiables.
    "Roy," she squeaked.
    He turned to walk backward, with both of her hands in his. "Yes, Valerie."
    "There are — " She stopped to clear her throat. "I mean, we have to talk about..."
    He tilted his head, questioning.
    For the life of her, she couldn't make herself go on. It was just too...bald.
    His head straightened and he smiled as if there'd been no interruption. The door closed on its automatic damper behind them as he drew her down the hall and into the main part of the room. Valerie saw the king-size bed, with its elegant, sunshine-and-white spread, but he tugged her past that to the window, the one above the pool deck.
    "Look," he said, and laughed softly. "We've got a chance at our show, after all."
    "What?" Buoyed by his conversational tone, Valerie looked out the window. Sure enough, colored lights played on the slender sprays of water shooting up from the Bellagio lagoon. "Oh," she said, and laughed a little. "What do you know?"
    He