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stay.
    She nodded and smiled to herself, thinking small talk after
the raunchy things they’d done to each other the previous night seemed silly.
    “Any job prospects yet?” He sounded as if he was so close to
falling back to sleep.
    “I have interviews lined up with a handful of spas here in
the city, and one at a wellness center that’s being built in Homewood, where I
grew up.”
    His shoulder started to shake. She lifted her head, looked
at him.
    He was laughing.
    “What’s so funny?”
    He kissed her and said, “You’re hired.”
    She sat straight up and turned to face him, legs tucked
under her with the blanket clutched to her chest. “What did you say?”
    He laughed—a rich, deep sound that would have been
contagious if she wasn’t so freaking creeped out by what he’d just said.
    “The Homewood Cardiac Health and Wellness Center is the new
branch of the center my dad has here in the city,” he told her once he’d
composed himself. “I’ll be one of the doctors on staff. Wait . ” He
grabbed for her as she scrambled off the bed, taking the blanket with her, but
she slipped out of reach. “Where are you going?”
    He looked way too amused. And way too sexy lying there stark
naked, propped casually on his elbows with those longs legs, well-defined
muscles and gorgeous cock—impressive even at rest—unabashedly on display.
    “There’s no way.” Panic was making her heart start to race.
“Dr. Marks runs the Homewood Center. I did my research. There is no Dr.
Richards on staff.”
    “Well,” he said slowly, “there will be me when it opens. Dr.
Marks is my stepfather.” He tilted his head to one side. “Are you sure you
didn’t know I was going to be at the party last night?”
    She bristled and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
    He sat up and narrowed his eyes. “This wasn’t some kind of
grand scheme to get in my good graces so you’d be sure to get the job, was it?”
    Rage and shame flooded her, overloading her exhausted system.
She found his pants by the side of the bed and whipped them at him, followed by
his shoes.
    Ben ducked to one side and then the other, laughing as he
dodged the onslaught.
    “I’m kidding .” He leaped off the bed and got his arms
around her from behind. “Rachel,” he spoke calmly into her ear. “I’m kidding.”
    She stilled, hoping he’d let her go.
    “I’ll call first thing Monday and cancel my interview,” she
said quietly.
    He chuckled and kissed her neck. “You’ll do no such thing.”
    “We can not work together after this, Ben,” she said,
easing herself out of his arms. “We were just set up through a sex party, for
God’s sake.”
    “It’s not like we’d be working together. The docs and
physical therapy team consult with each other, but massage therapists deal
almost exclusively with PT.”
    She turned to face him. “Are you part of the hiring team?”
    He shrugged. “So what if I am?”
    “I’d rather get hired on my own professional merits.” She
went to the closet, found her robe and put it on with the open closet door
shielding her from his sight. “Not those merits,” she added, gesturing to the
abandoned bed.
    “And you will,” he assured her.
    The playfulness he’d had a minute earlier was gone. She
missed it immediately.
    He took his pants from the bed and jammed one leg into them.
“I’ll go.”
    It was the last thing she wanted. It was Sunday morning, her
favorite time of the week. She wanted him to stay, to crawl back into bed and
sleep off the long night next to her. She wanted to wake up beside him, maybe
fool around in the shower, get something to eat and spend some time catching up
on the years they’d missed.
    Not one word came out of her mouth to stop him from leaving.
    She watched him dress with a dark, heavy feeling of dread.
The night had been amazing. It couldn’t end on such a sour note, but she didn’t
know how to reverse what was already done.
    He stuck his bare feet in his shoes