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said, rolling her eyes.
    “You’re still here?”
    “That’s not funny. I’m feeling better,” she said through the door. “I’m sorry I got so upset. I can handle this…I just need to focus on the story.”
    She waited a moment. Nothing but silence followed. “I have to be upfront with you, though. I’m feeling awkward about you seeing me naked. You don’t remember everything you saw, do you? I mean you had a few too many drinks, too, right?”
    No answer, just a few sounds on the other side of the door as he moved about.
    “I mean, you don’t remember details, do you? It was dark last night, right?”
    “All the lights were on,” he said. “I was one hundred percent sober. You have a tiny butterfly tattoo on your ass. Generally I don’t like tattoos, but yours I like.”
    “It’s on my hip, not my ass,” she said.
    “If I shut my eyes,” he went on, “I can see everything. For instance, you have a small mole on your back, right on the curve of your—”
    “Okay, you can stop right there,” she said with a sigh. “I get the picture.”
    The door came open. His hair was damp and untamed, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles wet and glistening.
    I can handle this.
    “Are you almost done?” she asked. “We have to be dressed, packed, and in the lobby by noon and I need to take a shower.”
    He gestured for her to step inside. “It’s all yours.”
    Before she made a move, he added, “A few words of advice.”
    She looked at him questioningly, which wasn’t easy considering he was still half naked.
    “You seem like a smart woman. Don’t waste time worrying about your body. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
    Sam didn’t know what to say to that. She’d always been hard on herself about the way she looked. She was short and flat-chested, but she wasn’t going to complain to him about her shortcomings. He’d seen it all last night. He knew, and yet he’d just told her she was— She wrinkled her nose. “Did you just say I was perfect?”
    A corner of his mouth turned upright.
    She lifted a brow, tried to forget about her tangled hair and the mascara smeared around her eyes. “Yesterday you said I was not well-endowed.”
    He shook his head. “I said you didn’t look like Julia. Not the same thing.”
    Oh, he was good. She lifted her chin. “Okay, I can live with that.”
    “Good.”
    “So you don’t think I’m short or flat-chested?”
    He laughed, and she liked the way his eyes sparkled when he did.
    “No,” he said. “You’re perfect. And I’m not going to say it again.”
    “Well, okay then.”
    “Okay.”
    She waited for his mouth to quirk, something…anything that might indicate he was pulling her leg, trying to charm her like he did all the hundreds of women he dated. Not that she and Dominic were dating or anything. But he looked perfectly serious and that worried her. A girl like her could easily fall for a guy like him…fall so hard she might never get up.
    She couldn’t allow that to happen. The man had dated zillions of women. No matter how innocent he pretended to be, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was hypnotizing her like a snake charmer, so that soon she, too, would be falling at his heels, begging for his attention. Her teeth clenched.
    “What did I do now?”
    “Nothing.” She tried to scoot past him. “You didn’t do anything.” Oh, but he had. He’d ruined her, called her things he had no business calling her. Beautiful. Perfect. What did that leave her to shoot for?
    “You don’t believe me?”
    “Of course I don’t believe you. Don’t be ridiculous. Why should I? You’ve dated dozens of women, each more beautiful than the last. I’m five three and a half and a little bit. Simply put—I’m short, practically non-existent, not exactly model material, but hey, I’m fine with that. I like who I am. But when a man, a rich and famous celebrity, comes along and tells me I’m perfect, it’s logical that I’m going to