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ten.” She smiled and winked.
    Before he could utter even a grunt, she walked down the hall and disappeared into an elevator with some guy carrying a bunch of equipment. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Well, right now it didn’t matter. He tossed the information she’d given him in his small leather briefcase, tucked it under his arm, and whipped out his cell phone, hitting star five and waited.
    “Hey little brother,” Gretchen said. “Have a good night?”
    “No, big sister, I did not. I’m about to get in an elevator, so if I lose you, don’t call me back.”
    “That bad?”
    “I’m not in jail.” The elevator dinged, and he waited for a few people to exit before stepping in. “But somehow I managed to get myself hooked up with some photographer after giving her some kinky something or other in the hallway last night?”
    “What do you mean by hooked up? And kinky? That doesn’t sound good.” Gretchen’s voice cracked. “And she took pictures? Of what?”
    “Slow down, sis. One question at a time.”
    “I only care about the sex you just said you had.”
    “Didn’t have sex that I know of. I was asleep.”
    “You don’t know if you had sex with her?” Gretchen’s voice screeched in his ear.
    “I did something wicked with her, to her, but I think I’d remember actual boinking. Or at the very least...” he turned and talk as softly as possible, “wake up. But I have another little problem.” He waved to Ned as he stepped into the elevator. Ned also held a cell phone to his ear, and he seemed deep in conversation. “She wants me to model for her.”
    “What!”
    He grimaced, pulling the phone away from his ear for a moment. “I guess I ran into her in the hall last night and agreed to it while I got her off.”
    “Blow her off.”
    “She’s supposed to do that to me tonight.”
    “Not what I meant, stupid. She’s probably some psycho serial killer who mutilates little boys.”
    “You’re funny.” The elevator opened and he followed Ned out and headed toward his designated room.
    “I’m serious. I mean, what kind of person approaches a strange man in a hotel and asks if she can take his picture while he’s sound asleep? Then lets him touch her?”
    “She thinks I was drunk. I should explain it to her.”
    “Explain what? You don’t owe her anything.”
    His sister was right, he didn’t. Angie had never given him a chance to say no. And if she believed he’d been drunk last night, it was her own stupidity to think he’d actually show up, much less let him do whatever it was he did to her that she seemed to enjoy so much. God, he wished he remembered. Something by the way his cock currently twitched and jumped told him he enjoyed whatever happened as well. “I suppose. Do you have any plans tonight?”
    “Not really.”
    “Up for an all night phone call?”
    “You’re gonna owe me for this one.”
    “How about I spend the weekend sometime with the girls so you and Vic can get away?”
    “That’s funny. And who’s going to baby-sit you.”
    “Gotta go, love you, sis.” He clicked his phone closed, scanned the room he’d been assigned. Satisfied he had everything he needed, he tossed his case on the table and headed for the coffee.
    When he stepped out of the room, he wanted to run back in the moment he spotted Angie. “Hi,” he said, knowing he couldn’t avoid her.
    “Hey yourself,” she said, pouring herself a cup. “The guys you work with said they didn’t mind if I stole some of your coffee.”
    “You always walk around hotels barefoot?”
    “Better than in my underwear.” She smiled up at him, soft and sweet. “See you at ten, big boy.” She had the nerve to look directly at his cock.
    Damn. And his cock wanted to look back.
    It took a moment for him to catch his breath, and retrieve his brain, but by then it was too late and she was halfway down the hall.
    “Is that ten this morning, or ten tonight?” Ned asked appearing out of nowhere and