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was quasi-dressed in her bra and a short shift.
    “What do you mean, work out ? I don’t have regular clothes. In fact, I’ve got to run back to the hotel to clean up.”
    Immediately, his chest tightened. Nope. Alana leaving wasn’t in the cards. According to his gut reaction, anyway. Jonathan rubbed his forehead, and then resorted to tugging on his hair. “You’ll be staying here. If you need something, you pick up the phone and order it.”
    “Now hold on, Mr. Control Freak. I have my personal effects at the hotel. I can’t just go order the things that I need, Jon. I want my stuff . And besides, what about things like prescriptions?” Her pink face deepened to the most delicious shade of frustration and anger, and he liked this side of her: when she was about to free her claws and tear him to shreds. She stalked over to him. Didn’t she realize he was naked under the sheet draped across his lap, and how easy it would be to yank her back to bed?
    “Alana, clothing, medication…things in suitcases—none of it matters, And yes, it’s all totally replaceable. This is two weeks. Not an eternity. What if you’d lost them on a flight ? Roll with it . Isn’t that one of your songs? You’re the one who brought up living in the moment…remember?”
    “You can’t just dictate my existence. I mean really, Lansing. And a song is fictional.”
    “That’s where you might want to consider drawing the line between your image and your life. Are you some sort of closet conservative? I need to know those things.”
    “You’re manipulating, and coming close to that bastard I met last night. Don’t play my image against me. Back to the issue. Explain why I can’t go back to the hotel. That seems to be the issue, not whether I’m tied to my possessions. Let’s call a spade a spade, and don’t shit me.”
    “Alana, we’re on a schedule. It’s tight, but if you can’t live without something clear across town, then we can waste the hour and change it will take to get you there and then back to your appointment.”
    “Seriously, are you telling me you begin your day before…what? Eight in the morning?”
    “Try seven. Sharp. Your first appointment is at Spellman Photography. So if you don’t want to be late, jump in the shower. I’ll order you some clothes and by the time you’re done, they’ll be here.”
    “How is that possible?”
    “I took the liberty of setting things up last night.” He looked down at his cell screen after the alert beep: Clarissa texting a slew of questions. Things were heating up fast on the business side as well. No use pretending. He signed up for this junket and now he had to do his job.
    Jon stood up, unable to hide the hard rod his dick had become. Alana’s gaze dropped, and he caught her slack-jawed expression for a second, until she clamped her mouth shut. He walked forward, bent and retrieved his trousers and boxers. They both needed to learn how to deal with each other beyond the bed, developing some distance. And sure, clothing would help, but one thing at a time.
    “Fine. I’m going to shower, but only because I won’t be the reason we’re running late.” She turned and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
    Something came apart in his chest and he followed her warpath. Naked and without knocking, he burst into the bathroom and took hold of her. “I might not be able to fuck you, but I never said I wouldn’t spank your arse. And I’ll do it as much as needed to get you on track. My mistake in thinking one night would do. Clearly, you and I could stage a fuck-a-thon in this hotel bed and make Yoko Ono and John Lennon appear as lightweights. But don’t,” he said, pulling her closer, pressing his cock against her thigh and causing his nuts to ache, “make the mistake of thinking that I will let you act like a spoiled child.”
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    A loud knock interrupted the quiet of the hotel suite and Alana cracked opened the bathroom door.