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the wedding of a dear friend. Weddings were depressing when someone was thirty-five, single, and had no prospects. One of 1the groom’s friends had been blond, cute, and flirtatious. He’d also been a rotten lay, looked better in clothes than out of them, and hadn’t been a tenth as tempting as the guy stretched out on the bed in front of her.
    “There are condoms in the drawer built into the wall behind you.”
    She turned her head to glance at the drawers and a closet that were a little to the side of the door. She looked back at him. Damn, he is fine looking . As much as her libido was tempted, he had to be a saddle tramp, obviously used to getting his way with women and she’d seen his home. Hooking up with this guy would be a big mistake and she could lose her job. Not even fifteen minutes of the stud muffin on the bed would be worth that. She wasn’t blowing the only employment she could find. With her past, no one but Dale would hire her.
    “Where else do you hurt? I saw the knee. I’m definitely not helping you out with your…” She glanced at his erection. “So, are you hurt anywhere else?”
    “My cock. My love stick. The joy toy. You can say it, baby.”
    “The name is Brit and if you keep it up, you can call me Miss Sheril.”
    “I can keep it up.” He chuckled. “It’s keeping it down that is the problem when someone as nice-looking as you is standing at the foot of my bed.”
    “You’re a pig.”
    “Want to get dirty with me?” The insult amused him. “Oink, oink.”
    Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Look, Mr. Wind, I came here because Dale is worried about you. I’m not here for any other reason. He thought you were injured. If you don’t want me to help you out with that knee or any other injures you’ve sustained then I’m out of here.”
    “The only way you can help me out is by taking your clothes off.”
    “I tried but some people are just too stupid to take what is offered. Have a nice day and keep the ice on the knee. If you change your mind, give Dale a call. He’ll send out someone else to help you.” She turned and walked out of his room.
    “Brit?”
    She stopped, slowly turning around as he sat up. His beautiful brown eyes locked with hers. “I’ll behave and I am in pain. My shoulder is screwed up too.”
    She took a step toward him, her gaze scanning his naked body and cringed at how much she wanted him. He had the best body she’d ever seen and that generous hard-on was definitely the biggest she’d ever seen. Brit was losing her mind. If she had a brain she’d flee. The sexy guy was trouble.
    He smiled as she walked back into his room. She turned toward the closet and jerked it open to stare at his clothes. He owned a lot of jeans, a few jeans jackets, and enough flannel to make a few sets of sheets for his big bed.
    “What are you looking for?”
    “Some shorts.”
    1“You want to get out of your jeans?” He chuckled. “You don’t need any clothes.”
    She bit back a curse, reaching down to the drawers.
    “The condoms are on the top to the left. Just lift the briefs.”
    She jerked open the drawer on the top and grabbed a pair of navy boxer briefs. She slammed the door shut, turned, and hit his chest with the underwear. He grabbed at them, a large, tan hand closing over the small piece of material.
    “Put those on if you want me to stay. I refuse to continue this conversation with you naked. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to point?”
    His looked at his exposed lap. A grin curved his lips as his gaze met hers. He shrugged. “Tell it to him. He’s just aiming for what he really wants.”
    Rolling her eyes, Brit crossed her arms over her chest again and stared at him.
    “Don’t tell me you named it.”
    “All men do. I bet you named your girls.”
    She glanced down at her cleavage and then met his gaze again. “I did.”
    “What names did you give them?”
    She smiled at him, sliding her hands up her waist to cup each