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of her cheek as they entered the elevator.
    His hand never left her waist as they exited the elevator and walked to the car. Lily climbed into the limousine, scooting over as Clay stepped in behind her.
    He laughed. “I won’t bite.”
    “I didn’t think you would.” She peeked at him from under her lashes then looked down at the floor. He made her react, her body responded to him, and that was going to make a difficult situation worse.
    The car pulled away and she took a deep breath, rubbing the muscles in her neck hoping she was capable of acting like his girlfriend.
    Clay sat quietly next to her, his hands on his knees. Her eyes traveled over them, fascinated. They were large, strong, and had hard calluses on the fingertips of one hand from where he held his strings. The limo slowed, came to a stop and Clay glanced over at her smiling before climbing out. “Be right back.” Lily wondered where he was going. Moments later, he came back holding something out to her. “Here.”
    Startled by the camera in his hand, she glanced at him, her brows furrowing. It was an expensive camera, one way out of her budget. “What is this for?”
    “For you.” Clay grabbed her hand placing the camera in it. “This camera will take better pictures, and you can take pictures of whatever or whoever you want.”
    She pushed the camera back at him. “I can’t take this.”
    “Yes, you can.” He refused to take the camera out of her hand. “A token of my appreciation for helping me out.”
    She shifted on the seat her lips pulling into a pout. The camera was an expensive gift.
    He laughed, brushing his fingers over her pouting lips, “no strings attached, Lily.”
    She sucked her breath in, his touch burning her.
    “We are here.” He climbed out of the limo, turning he held his hand out for her. Lily placed her hand in his, stepping out of the car, standing barely a foot from him. He settled his hand on her waist urging her forward.
    She took a deep breath, clutching the strap of her little purse. Clay introduced her to everyone. She listened to all the names, but doubted she would remember them all.
    When Clay told her they had dinner plans, Lily had thought it would be a small group filled with his band mates and maybe a few friends. It wasn’t.
    She looked around the room, this was no intimate dinner, but a banquet hall filled with people. Too many people to see her, to remember her, she hadn’t realized when she agreed, but wished she had, her feet hesitated.
    Clay stopped, looking down at her, smiling. His fingers tightened against her waist. “You will do fine.”
    She glanced up at him, returned his smile, her fingers easing on her purse strap.
    They sat at a table filled with his band mates with her between Clay and his best friend, the singer, Tom.
    Tom was a tall blue-eyed blond with mischievous eyes and he greeted her with a warm smile. Tom introduced her to his girlfriend, Sara, a petite hot looking blond. Lily smiled, shaking hands.
    Clay introduced the rest of the group. Kevin, the drummer, was tall with light brown hair and a little husky. Scott, the bassist, was tall, too, but not as tall as the others, his sandy blond hair cut short, and Scott’s wife, Melissa, who had black hair and was extremely pretty.
    Lily hit it off with Melissa right away, making small talk. Shivers ricocheted along her nerves as Clay placed his arm along the back of her chair. His fingers stroked her neck as he talked with his friends, almost as if he didn’t realize what he was doing.
    She wished he would stop. She didn’t think he needed to go that far in front of everyone and his touch kept sending streaks of electricity down her neck. He didn’t stop until they left for the night.
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    Clay walked down to Lily’s room to tell her what time to be up for the BBQ, to ask if she needed a wake up call. He knocked, and when she didn’t respond, he opened the door.
    He stood, barely making out her silhouette in the dim light. She