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I opened my eyes I screeched I doubted my sanity

The devil himself stood in the center of my hotel room

Matt Baker

Tall, tan, andover one shoulder, his shirtsleeves rolled back to expose tattooed forearaze swept over oosebuht of the tent he’d pitched downstairs

Arousal washed over er I ripped ainstin here?”

“I could ask you the sah and warod, I had to stop “But I’d think you’d like to answer it after you u oversurge of electric current coursing through

“What?” I snapped

All the memories had flooded back

Our bodies together Hier, me too His backside as he walked away

“Well, I was thinking you ht want to put some clothes on before we continue this conversation”

Good lord, I’d co, and covered od Turn around! Cover your eyes”

The corners of Matt’s expressive mouth twitched “Whatever you need” He showed me his back—broad and muscular and barely contained by his shirt

I stared for a second longer, stunned by the ether, woman You’re not turned on You’re furious! What is he even doing here?

“You done yet?” he asked

The question electrified me into action I scrambled my clothes off the bed and onto my body I pulled my blouse over my head, probably messed up my makeup and hair too—not that it ht

Liar, liar, panties on wet,fire

“You can turn around,” I said, trying to put command into my tone Keep that distance between us Matt had always borne the attitude that he could have what he wanted, whenever he wanted That wouldn’t fly with hteen-year-old with stars in her eyes And he would never bearmor

God, just having hi

Matt took his ti back over his shoulder atme side-eye that probably wasn’t meant to be sexy He tucked his hands into his pockets then faced me