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against his chest, inhaled his scent. This man was anything but… He wasn’t a salesman even though he liked to talk. And his hands were too smooth to be a machinist or a woodworker. But, he could be an English teacher. High school or college. Yup, anybody who peppered his speech with fancy words had to be a teacher. She liked snuggling against Adam the teacher, liked his strong arm around her shoulder. But now the taxi had stopped and it was time to think about what happened next…like when they got to the room…
    “Bree? We’re at the hotel.”
    “Huh?” She pretended sleep, blinked her eyes open. “Are we home?”
    His voice gentled. “Yes. Now let’s get you inside.”
    Maneuvering after midnight with too many glasses of wine sloshing in her brain and a weak seduction plan in place was probably not a great idea. In fact, she bet her friends would have a thing or three to say about it, if she’d bothered to talk with them these last several months instead of ignoring their attempts to see her. Gina would be downright furious and no doubt, she’d blister Bree with statistics and scare tactics on STDs and unwanted pregnancies. Tess would jump in next with the emotional trauma of a one-night stand. Christine would be last and Bree pictured her asking why she felt the need to do this and then Gina would step in with something like, Once you’ve done it, it can’t be undone.
    The elevator dinged open and Adam said, “Seventh floor. After you.”
    Once you’ve done it, it can’t be undone . Bree’s steps slowed. Adam paused, matched her step. When they reached her room she turned to him, clasped his hands, and said, “Thank you for dinner, but especially for rescuing me from myself tonight.”
    That gray gaze held her, made her tingle and burn. “You’re welcome.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her left cheek. “You’re a very special woman, Bree. Don’t let anybody ever make you feel you aren’t.”
    He pulled away, smiled. Was that regret on his face? It sure looked like it. She squinted, tried to see if she could tell, but the wine got in the way.
    “Bree?”
    “Huh?” She could stare at that face for an hour and not get tired of it.
    “Go inside now and close the door.”
    And that voice, too…sweet as honey. “I’m going to…” In a minute…or two.
    “Do it now, because if you don’t—” his expression changed like someone had pinched him “—I might forget I’m a gentleman and ask to come in.”
    His words made her insides sizzle. “So, you want to come in?”
    “Any man with a pulse would answer yes to that question.” He took a step back. “Now go.”
    Fifteen more seconds…she needed something to remember… “And if I don’t want you to go?”
    He sighed, rubbed a hand over his face. “Bree. You don’t even know my last name.”
    She zeroed in on his hand, the fingers long and graceful, and let a snippet of truth slip out. “Maybe that’s the way I want it, just this once…” Bree inched her gaze to meet his. “Maybe just this once…” She turned and slid the keycard into the slot, opened the door, and stepped inside. What was left of her senses commanded her to close the door, but the emotion sizzling through her told her not to even think about it. Bree held out a hand, an invitation to her room, and its contents, along with everything inside—including her. He hesitated, cleared his throat twice, took her hand, and stepped into the hotel room.
    “One kiss and then I’m leaving.”
    That did not sound at all convincing. The thrum beneath his words said he wanted way more than one kiss. She smiled, held up two fingers. “Two.”
    Big sigh. “One. I won’t take advantage of a woman who isn’t in full possession of her senses. Besides, you’d hate me in the morning.”
    “Says you.”
    His lips twitched. “Yes, says me. I imagine you’ll wake up in the morning with a pounding headache and a vague memory of this conversation, so for what