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didn’t seem the least bit surprised to have a half–naked woman wake him up out of a dead sleep.
    “Rebekah.” He rubs a hand over his face. “She isn’t my girlfriend.”
    “Really?” I say. “Maybe you should tell her that.”
    He laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t have girlfriends, Lexi. I’m not that kind of man and she knows that.”
    It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what kind of man he is, but I can’t seem to get the words out. Maybe I’m afraid of what he’ll say. It really doesn’t matter anyway. This was all a mistake — a horrible, erotic, mind–blowing mistake.
    He dips his head, his mouth hovering dangerously close to mine. I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips, and I’m tempted to take his plump bottom lip between my teeth. Inexplicably, I want to make him bleed, leave my mark. I want to taste his blood on my tongue.
    I blink, shocked that I would imagine doing something so… twisted. This isn’t me at all. I’m a glorified waitress from Michigan, for God’s sake. I don’t sleep with strangers, and I certainly don’t fantasize about biting them. What is this guy doing to me?
    “I have to go,” I manage to say.
    He doesn’t move. “No, you don’t. You can stay right here with me.”
    Before I can argue, he dips his head and captures my lips in a hot kiss. His tongue boldly sweeps into my mouth as his free hand slips around my waist. I don’t even try to pull away. I’m drunk with the taste of him. This is all I want right now — his mouth devouring me, his hands on my body. I don’t care how wrong or stupid or reckless it is.
    I press my hands to his chest, needing to touch him. He’s all honed muscle and I skim my hands over his chest, soaking in the feel of him. He’s so beautiful, so rough and so unlike the guys I usually date.
    His lips never leave mine as he leans back and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling the dark strands roughly as I rock my hips, grinding against his cock. Even with his pajama bottoms and my panties between us, the friction is amazing. I can’t get enough.
    The loud ring of a cell phone fills the room and I freeze.
    I glance down at myself, straddling this stranger. What the hell am I doing?
    I scramble off Cole and grab my clutch, pulling out my phone.
    It’s Michael. The real Michael.
    Shit. Tossing my phone down, I rush to pull my dress on, leaving it mostly unzipped in the back. I grab my heels, my clutch and bolt for the door.
    Cole is off the bed in seconds. In two long strides, he meets me at the door, grabbing my wrist just as I reach out for the handle. I suck in a breath as he pushes me up against the wall, raising one hand above my head, smoothing his free hand around my waist as he presses his lower half against me, pinning me in place.
    “Are you running away, Lexi?” he asks.
    Licking my bottom lip, I blink up at him. Am I running away? Maybe I am. But I don’t know what to think, what to feel. This is just all too much to take in. I need some time to process everything that’s happened.
    “I just… I need to go.”
    He brushes his thumb across the line of my jaw. “You can’t escape this, Lexi. You can’t run from what we have.”
    I shake my head, but deep down, I know what he’s saying is true. It doesn’t matter. I can’t allow myself to give into the temptation that is Cole. He’s far too dangerous for someone like me.
    “I have to go,” I say.
    “This isn’t over,” he growls. Then leaning in, he nips at my bottom lip and pulls away, opening the door to let me out. “Until we meet again, Miss Anderson. I’ll leave a candle burning in the window for you.”
    I stumble into the hallway and blink, dazed by everything that’s happened. It isn’t until I make my way back down to the lobby that it occurs to me — I never gave him my last name.

CHAPTER FOUR
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