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never knew she could feel this happy.
    With a heart bursting with love, she rubbed
her fingers happily across his chest and sighed.
    “ What are you thinking,
this morning?” a husky male voice asked.
    That voice. It-it was strange. “I was
thinking how much I love you,” she admitted but immediately
regretted the words when she felt his muscles tense beneath her
cheek.
    She didn't miss the coldness in his tone when
he asked, “Isn't this a little sudden?”
    What was it about that voice? Maybe it was
just her hangover. “I wouldn't call four years sudden. Don't tease
me, Steven. I have a headache.”
    “ It must be a hell of a
headache if you think my name is Steven .”
    Dani’s hand jerked to a sudden stop as a cold
fear crawled up her spine.
    W-what did he say? She couldn't possibly have
heard him correctly. Steven was just playing another sick joke on
her.
    Wasn't he?
    Her hand trembled as she pushed herself up
into a sitting position, then swung to face . . . .

Chapter Two
     
     
    A stranger!
    Danielle Kapur had no idea that she could
move with such haste and agility as she leapt from the bed to
position herself as far away from him as possible.
    Her eyes widened in horror at the . . . the
stranger she'd slept with. Oh God, what had she done and how had it
happened? That was a stupid question, she scolded herself. She knew
exactly how it had happened – she’d climbed in bed with the wrong
person.
    The man had his arms folded across his chest
as he smiled at her. He didn't look anything like Steven. They were
about the same height with the same coloring, close enough to
mistake in the dark, maybe, but that was where the similarity
ended. His strong jaw suggested he was a take-charge kind of guy, a
guy who would take no nonsense from anyone. But he most certainly
was no one she'd seen before.
    “ Who the hell are you?” she
asked.
    No answer. Instead, he stared at her with
that same smug expression, reminding her of a cat who had cornered
a mouse.
    Danielle couldn’t stand the silence. “Well,
aren't you going to say something?”
    “ Nice view,” he commented
leisurely, his grin widening as his gaze traveled over her body,
seeming to burn every place it lingered.
    Only then did Danielle glance down and
realize she stood stark naked in front of him, her hands on
her hips, asking for explanations.
    “ Pervert!” she spat, her
face heating with embarrassment and humiliation. Quickly, she
snatched the bedspread off the bed and wrapped it around her before
turning back to face the enemy. “What are you doing here? And who
are you?”
    “ If you remember correctly,
sweetheart, I was here before you were.” He propped a couple of
pillows up on the headboard, apparently to make himself more
comfortable. “If calling me Steven makes you feel better and calms
you down, I'll gladly change my name.”
    “ Changing your name won't
help. Y--you're not who you're supposed to be ... I mean, you're
not supposed to be here. Y--you're not who I expected!”
    “ Sorry to disappoint you,”
he said, a look of irritation flickering across his face. “I don't
know what you're so excited about. I intend to pay you--” He raised
a brow before continuing, “--for a job well done. And if you'd like
to stay another night ... I'll double the price.”
    “ Pay me,” Dani tilted her
head to the side. “For what?”
    “ Come now ... you're a
modest little wh--”
    “ A--a whore?” Danielle's
humiliation soared to new heights. Her cheeks heated like glowing,
hot embers. As a matter of fact, her whole body burned with
indignation. “You son of a bitch! How dare you speak to me like
that!” It didn't matter that she'd slept with him--made mad
passionate love to him—or at least she thought she had since she
couldn’t remember, but he had no right to speak to her as if she
were a tramp. Why, he didn't even know her. Which, she'd like to
point out, was the problem. “I am not a whore!”
    His brows drew together in