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is exactly what psychos say right before they kill you.” Her jeans were sliding down on her hips a little bit, and she reached down and hiked them up. Damn low rise jeans. They were supposed to be sexy, but how sexy could you look when you kept having to pull your pants up?
    “Is it?” Chad asked. He sounded amused.
    “Yes.”
    “Well, do you want to come in anyway?” He glanced over her shoulder into the room, like he had something important to get back to and didn’t care either way. “I ordered room service. We can sit out on the balcony, watch the people down by the pool and eat hamburgers.”
    It sounded so innocent, the way he said it. Just hanging out on the balcony, eating hamburgers, people watching and chatting like two old friends. It really was completely harmless, when you thought about it. And besides, isn’t that what people did when they went on vacation by themselves? Meet new people and hang out with them? Kenley’s sister Melissa was always traveling around by herself, meeting random strangers as she went. One time in Paris she met a friend she stayed in touch with for, like, years, and then later met up with in Australia. Kenley had always been jealous of this – the ability to just start talking to people, to forge bonds with them and make friendships out of nothing. She’d never been good at that sort of thing, which probably had something to do with why she was having such a hard time finding a new job.
    She didn’t know how to network. At conferences and wine parties she’d just freeze up, and spend most of her time sitting at the bar sipping a drink, making herself look busy whenever anyone approached her. Small talk wasn’t her forte. It wasn’t that she was shy – it was more that she just wasn’t a people person. She liked to be by herself.
    “So are you coming in?” Chad asked again. He held the side of the door between his two hands and pushed it back and forth, waiting to see if he was going to open it further, letting her in, or close it, leaving her to head back down to her room alone.
    Kenley took a deep breath. “Yes,” she said. “I’m coming in.” And then she followed him into the room.

    ***
    Chad couldn’t believe this chick. She was so bold, the way she was still pretending like she didn’t know who he was. When he’d left her in the bar, he’d been almost positive she wouldn’t follow him upstairs. He was hoping she would, of course –
    despite the messy hair and the oversized t-shirt, there was something about her that he found intriguing. And she certainly looked a lot better now, with that sleeveless top she was wearing and the way her jeans hugged her curves. She kept having to pull them up as they slid down over her hips, and he imagined what kind of silky, sexy little things she was wearing underneath.
    “So what do you want to eat?” he asked, crossing the room to the huge mahogany desk in the corner and picking up the phone. “We can order whatever you want.”
    “Order?” Kenley asked. She was standing in the middle of the room looking around, and it was obvious she was trying not to show how impressed she was. Not that Chad could blame her. The room was impressive, even to him, and he’d stayed in some of the best hotels in the world.
    The penthouse took up the whole top story, with floor to ceiling windows encasing the suite, and a balcony that spanned one whole side of the room. There were gleaming dark hardwood floors, a huge circular bed on top of a cream-colored shag rug, and shiny crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There was a bar in the corner with black leather stools, and crystal wine glasses hanging from a rack hooked to the wall behind it.
    “Yeah,” Chad said. “We can call down to room service.”
    “I thought you said you already ordered hamburgers.”
    “Did I say that?”’ He put a fake-confused looked on his face.
    “Yes.” She whirled around and looked at him. “You said we were going to eat