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    Rebecca wasn’t a dancer. And she was anything but honored by the invitation.  
    “I’ll be right outside the door,” said Paul
Colangelo, the tall, burly bodyguard who’d escorted Rebecca upstairs.
    She nodded, giving him a brief smile.
“Thanks, Paulie.”
    He held the door open for her as she stepped
into a lavishly appointed suite boasting crystal chandeliers and gleaming black
marble floors. The lights were dimmed low, creating a soft, romantic glow
throughout the room. There was a private bar in one corner, and a small seating
area occupied by a plush white sectional that curved into a semicircle. The
facing wall was dominated by a large glass aquarium stocked with a brilliant
variety of tropical fish.
    But it was the tall, broad-shouldered man
standing before the aquarium who caught and held Rebecca’s attention.
    As he turned slowly to face her, she felt a
jolt of recognition that made her lips part in surprise.
    She couldn’t believe it.
    The customer who’d summoned her to the
Platinum Suite was none other than the sexy stranger who’d been driving her
crazy all night.

Chapter2

 
 
 
    Seeing her shocked expression, the man
smiled—a slow, wicked smile that made Rebecca’s toes curl.
    “Expecting someone else?” he drawled.  
    Rebecca shook her head, stepping further into
the room. The door closed behind her, sealing her fate. She swallowed hard,
shoving aside the unsettling thought.
    “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” she answered
coolly, “because I’m not in the habit of meeting strange men alone in this
room—or anywhere else, for that matter.”
    He chuckled softly. “Like I said earlier.
Never say never, Rebecca.”
    She didn’t care for the familiarity in his
tone. Her chin lifted. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Mr.—”
    “Gray,” he supplied. “Vince Gray.”
    “In case you hadn’t noticed, Mr. Gray, I’m
not a dancer at this club. If you wanted private entertainment, any one of the
girls would have been happy to accommodate you. Giselle, for example, is quite
popular with—”
    Vince shook his head slowly. “I didn’t want
Giselle,” he said huskily. “I wanted you.”
    His words sent a shaft of heat coursing
through Rebecca.
    Before she could regain the power of speech,
he continued, “And I’m not interested in a lap dance, Rebecca. I’ve had my fill
for one night.”
    He walked toward her with a controlled,
powerful stride. It was only when he’d reached her that Rebecca realized just
how tall he was, at least six four. He towered over her even in the stiletto
heels she wore. He looked darkly handsome in a well-cut blazer, pleated
charcoal trousers and a snowy white shirt open to the strong column of his
throat. Despite the tastefulness of his clothing, Rebecca had the feeling Vince
Gray would be equally arresting in battered blue jeans and a sweatshirt with
the sleeves torn off. He exuded the sort of raw animal magnetism that made him
nearly impossible to resist.    
    Rebecca took an unconscious step backward,
her pulse hammering. Hard as it might be, she would resist.
    “What do you want, Mr. Gray?”
    His eyes searched her face. “For starters,”
he murmured, “I want you to call me Vince. And what I also want, Rebecca, is
for you to have a drink with me.”
    She shook her head. “We’re not supposed to
drink on the job.”
    “You’ve worked hard all night. You deserve to
relax, unwind a little.” When she hesitated, he added with a conspiratorial
wink, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
    Rebecca couldn’t help chuckling. “I’m okay,
really. But if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to fix you a drink. Another
whiskey?” she asked as she started toward the bar, as much to be hospitable as
to place some much-needed distance between them.
    Vince caught her arm to halt her retreat. His
hand was warm, big and strong, his touch sending hot currents through her body.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m fine. Why don’t we sit