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her neck to her nipples, which were pointing eagerly through the thin silk of her bra. He nipped at them, tugging on them, even through the material. Rena threw her head back and with one hand held his head to her.
    There was a crash of a chair behind them and Rena jumped out of Nick’s arms. She turned in time to see a blushing cocktail waitress righting a chair and picking clothing off the floor. “I’m so sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t see you at first. I was going to leave the clothes on the table for you, Mr. Andrade, but I can bring them back later.”
    “Leave them,” Nick growled.
    The intrusion was a splash of reality for Rena. She hastily rebuttoned her shirt and tucked it back into her skirt. She wasn’t the type who embarrassed easily, but then she’d never done anything like this before.
    What the hell am I doing?
    What was I thinking?
    I wasn’t.
    That’s the problem.
    I let one kiss completely unravel me.
    I’m at a club, for God’s sake. I don’t do things like this.
    She stole a glance at Nick after the waitress left but couldn’t decipher his expression. Was he angry? Frustrated? “Sorry about that,” he said.
    “Sorry about what? That you mauled me?” She was unable to keep anger out of her voice. When he approached her, she retreated and said wildly, “Don’t touch me.”
    He advanced and she backed away until she was against the side of a table. He took her chin in one hand and forced her eyes to his. “You came to me, Rena. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that kiss or you weren’t open to where it was going. I’d be inside you right now if we hadn’t been interrupted, and you’d be digging your nails into my back and calling out my name.”
    She couldn’t help but imagine them intimately entwined the way he described. Would I have gone that far? Shamelessly? Right here? She licked her bottom lip nervously. “That’s not true.”
    He bent closer, and her eyelids lowered in anticipation of his mouth claiming hers again. The first touch was the briefest of touches, just enough to make her quiver with need. “Oh, my little Rena, you know it is. And there is no reason we can’t continue what we started. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and tonight I could use the distraction.”
    Distraction? That’s all it would be to him?
    A myriad of unpleasant emotions swelled up and stamped back the desire raging within her. I am such an idiot. Rena raised her hand and slapped him across the face. His head reeled back and his nostrils flared angrily.
    She’d never hit anyone in her whole life. “You deserved that,” she said, trying not to sound sorry even though she’d instantly regretted her action.
    He rubbed a hand thoughtfully over his reddened cheek. “Maybe.”
    Rena hugged her arms protectively around her waist. “I’m sorry I hit you.”
    A rueful smile curled one side of his lips. “Don’t be, because then I’ll have to say I’m sorry I kissed you, and I’m not. I’m not sorry at all.”
    “Stop. I don’t want to play this game. I don’t know if you’re coming on to me because you think being with me would upset Gio, or if I’m some stand-in for whoever walked out on you. I don’t know, and I don’t care. This . . .” Rena waved one hand between them wildly, “cannot happen.”
    Nick’s jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. “I would never use you to get back at Gio.”
    Rena closed her eyes and sighed, then opened them and said, “I want to believe that.”
    “You can.” He rubbed a hand harshly over his forehead with frustration when Rena stared at him silently. “What are you waiting for me to say?”
    Giving herself an internal smack, Rena shook her head. What am I waiting for? Some explanation of why he is in his boxers that has nothing to do with being with another woman? I am royally screwed up. “Nothing. Not a damn thing. But I do expect you to listen to me for a minute. You need to call Gio tonight. You need to apologize to him and