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    Large silk pillows surrounded her and a moan escaped her lips as she relaxed against them.
    “Mm, finally. I thought you’d never get here.”
    Tori’s eyes popped open in surprise. She held perfectly still, not daring to believe her ears. A hand came from the darkness to skim across her stomach, shooting warm fire through her body, making her tingle with liquid awareness. She swatted the fingers back and they stopped with little protest. Sitting up on the bed, she belatedly screamed and reached for the curtains.
    Tori stumbled from the dark bed back to the floor. Turning, huffing in anger, she glared at Prince Quinn.
    At least, she convinced herself it was anger that made her heart pound and her blood boil. The alternative was too unacceptable.
    “What are you doing here?” she demanded, hands on hips.
    “What?” the roguish prince shrugged. He grinned, sitting up on his elbows to lounge on the bed. His light brown hair was tousled erotically about his shoulders. His blue eyes beckoned her back to his side. She glanced at his strong hands, her stomach tingling where he’d dared to touch her. Every nerve inside her hummed with life, begging her to let him have his way. His tone was a low, seductive rumble in his chest.
    “You aren’t happy to see me, Dr. Elliot?”
    His easy tone infuriated her, more so since she found him incredibly sexy sitting atop the large sea of purple and gold silk. A sexy smile curled playfully on his lips, confident and sure. His chest was bare--toned and oh so defined. A primal urge rose inside her to jump on top of him. Her body pulsed to life. His grin widened.
    “What--why would I be happy to see you?” Tori’s eyes widened in disbelief. Happy wasn’t exactly the word for what she was feeling at the moment. Her eyes again roamed down his long frame, hesitating at the obvious arousal between his thighs. It took everything in her to keep from panting like a fool and licking her lips.
    “Well, earlier, in the hallway--” he began, with a light, meaningful gesture.
    “Earlier, what?” Tori broke in. “Did you hear me say, hey, Prince, come to my room later tonight? Meet me in the bed so we can get it on? I don’t think so, buddy.”
    Quinn laughed, an aggravatingly rich sound to her ears. She shivered again, her mouth dry. Sitting up, he gave a light shrug. “Well, not exactly with words, Dr. Elliot. It was more in the way you looked at me, stared really. In the way your body came to life with fragrant desire.”
    Tori’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say to that.
    The prince’s handsome features contorted into a pout, as he rose to his knees before her. “Come, Dr.
    Elliot, I didn’t get my physical. I need you to examine me to see if I’ve been contaminated.”
    Tori’s body lurched. Rampant desire filled her, rushing in her blood to heat every corner of her body.
    Her stomach and thighs tightened in anticipation. She swallowed, fighting her body’s reaction to him. It would be so easy to jump on the bed and play his little game. Correction. It would be so fun to play his little game.
    “Ah, yes, that’s the smell I remember.” The prince took a deep breath, making a great show of sniffing the air before he motioned to the bed. “What do you say, doctor? How about a little fun? Want to run those hands over my tight body and examine your patient? You look tense. Come, I’ll massage you instead. I’ll play doctor and you can be the patient.”
    His smile was altogether too lecherous. The tip of his tongue edged over the side of his full bottom lip.
    Her body lurched again, and again he seemed to smell her.
    Yes! Oh, yes! Her mind screamed. Tori’s face turned red in mortification. She pointed to the door. “Get out!”
    “But--”
    “No, I don’t want to hear it. Get out. Where I come from, this is simply not acceptable behavior.” Tori jerked her finger at the door once more and