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911, his finger one push from the "send" button.
     
    Fighting the urge to call out to Heather, to ensure her safety, he eased the door open, careful not to jingle the bell, or alert an intruder that he was present. Th e soun d o f a televisio n dre w hi s attention, and he covertly moved toward it.
     
    Severa l step s later , h e froze in the entryway of the dressing room, his heart in his throat, his cock instantly thick and standing at attention. Standin g befor e hi m wa s the Heather of his fantasie s, wearing nothing but "fuck me" high-heels and two tiny strips of black lace, with her long, brunette hair draped over her shoulders. Hair that he’d imagined draped over his stomach a hundred times before.
     
    Hi s eye s dropped , to the creamy white, perfectly round and high cheeks of her backside. Hi s mout h wen t dry . His zipper expanded yet again. A soft muffle d cry slid from her lips, and he jerked his gaze upward. Their eyes collided in the mirror. She turned , an d quickl y crosse d he r arm s i n fron t o f he r chest, sliding them beneath her breasts, but she only managed to lift them, her nipples stretching the limits of lace until one rosy-red peak exposed itself.
     
    “ Ho w di d yo u ge t i n here?”
     
    He forced his attention to her face, to her red lips parted seductively in demand. Red lips he wanted on his mouth, on his body…around his cock. Damn it to hell, he was an asshole for thinking such a thing.
     
    This wasn’t who he was with her–the guy who desired her, the guy who wanted her. Nor was this who he could ever be with her. “Th e doo r wa s unlocke d. You know, you really should b e mor e careful.” There. That was who he was with her, no matter how much he wished it weren’t the case, right here, right now. No matter how much he wanted to pull her into his arms, onto that pink couch, and have his wicked way with her, once and for all.
     

Chapter Three
     
 
     
    She’d wanted a hot man and wanted him now, and here she had him–Brad was standing in her dressing room. And for just a moment, she’d been sure he was about to become her fantasy. She’d been sure she’d seen lust and desire in his face. But then he’d opened that damnable sexy mouth of his, and reprimanded her. She wanted to take off one of her sexy shoes and throw it at him. She let her hands drop to her sides, no longer hiding herself. Doing so had been instinct born of years of suppressing her sexuality. She darn sure wasn’t going to hide anymore.
     
    “ I f yo u cam e her e t o ac t lik e m y paren t o r eve n brother, g o home , Brad. ” Sh e hel d he r hand s ou t t o he r sides, intentionally displaying her bo dy . “A s yo u ca n se e, I' m al l grown up, and I assure you I c a n tak e c a r e o f myse l f.”
     
    H e le t on e bro w inc h u p a s h e leane d hi s shoulde r against th e doo r jamb , a n indiscernibl e expressio n o n hi s face . A perfect display of that cool, casual thing he did so damn well.
     
    As if he hadn't just been, and still was, staring at her in her underwear. “I couldn’t be more aware of just how grown-up you are.”
     
    That wasn’t what she’d expected. And was that simmering heat in his eyes? “Wha t doe s tha t mean?” she asked cautiously.
     
    H e ignore d he r question . “Goo d thin g i t wa s m e an d not someon e els e wh o walke d throug h tha t unlocke d door . You might have ended up in trouble.”
     
    Her nerves prickled again because again he was turning on the brother routine. Laughter, and there was no humor in the tight sound, slipp e d from her lips. “I can't believe you. I'm standin g her e i n practicall y nothing, and you still manage to lecture me as if I were a child.”
     
    Hi s eye s seeme d t o darken , bu t hi s voic e softened . Gone wa s th e reprimand . “ I wa s onl y worried.”
     
    She softened as his voice had. H e care d abou t her . Sh e kne w that . Her stomach fluttered with the reality she'd always struggled to