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bottoms and it didn’t escape his notice that her gaze fell to his naked chest. He smiled as he saw heat flickering in her eyes.
    “Good. Now get some sleep.”
    “Where are you going to sleep?” she asked, looking a little nervous.
    “Right here.”
    He almost laughed at her widened eyes.
    “But—”
    He walked toward her and her eyes widened more, but he simply grabbed the extra throw on the end of the bed and walked to the fireplace.
    “In the chair,” he said as he sank into the easy chair and rested his feet on the ottoman. “Good night.”
    Then he turned off the light.
    * * *
    Rachel was intensely aware that King was sleeping only a few yards away. She didn’t think she could fall asleep knowing he was so close… afraid he’d climb into bed with her… Wishing he’d slide in beside her and wrap her in his big, protective arms.
    God, she’d missed him.
    But she was an idiot. She couldn’t start up with King Taylor again. He’d bought her company. He was surely going to fire her. Why wouldn’t he?
    She’d always been a frustration to him. The sex between them had been great, and that’s probably the only reason he had put up with her. But if she’d stuck around long enough for that attraction to burn out…
    She’d done both of them a favor by leaving when she had.
    But that didn’t stop her from longing for him. From dreaming about him. Wishing she could experience even one more time in his arms.
    Idiot.
    She stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about their naked bodies entwined. The feel of his lips on her neck… gliding down her chest to her breast… his tongue gently nudging her nipple.
    She rolled over. Too suddenly. Her head began to ache.
    “Are you all right?” he asked in the darkness.
    “Fine, thank you. Just rolling over.”
    She closed her eyes, knowing she’d never fall asleep.
    She drew in deep a breath. Relaxed her body. Felt her limbs grow heavy. Imagined the darkness cocooning her in a soft blanket of sleepiness…
    * * *
    “Rachel?”
    Rachel started to wakefulness. It was dark and it had been a man’s voice saying her name.
    “Who is it?” She wasn’t sure where she was. She could make out a shadowy shape in front of her as her eyes grew accustomed to the scant light in the room.
    “Do you know who I am?” the voice asked.
    “King?” Of course it was King’s deep, smooth-as-silk voice.
    “What’s my last name?” he asked.
    She frowned. “Taylor.”
    “And what’s your name?”
    “Why are you asking me my name?”
    The bedside light turned on and King grasped her shoulders gently.
    “You were in an accident and have a concussion. Do you remember?”
    “A concussion?” The car accident. “Yes.”
    “So answer the question.” His charcoal eyes were filled with concern. “What’s your name?”
    “Rachel Clark,” she answered obediently.
    “And where are you now?”
    “I’m in your suite. At the Concord Hotel.”
    In fact, she was in his bed. And he was sitting beside her, his broad, naked chest so intensely masculine she could barely stop herself from stroking it.
    “Good girl.”
    She liked him calling her that. She gazed at him, wishing he’d reach out and stroke her hair. Wishing he’d touch her.
    Kiss her.
    His eyes blazed with heat and for a moment she thought he might.
    But he leaned back. “Now you can go back to sleep.”
    Was he kidding?
    He turned off the light and moved away in the darkness.
    She lay back and closed her eyes again, her head aching with a dull thudding pain. But the sleepiness from her traumatized body overtook her and she drifted off again.
    * * *
    King settled back in the chair, but sleep didn’t come. The thought of Rachel in the bed only feet away… naked under the loose-fitting silk top…
    Was the heat he’d seen in her green eyes actually there or just wishful thinking?
    He watched her in the soft moonlight, struggling with his fully alert and aroused body as he tried to calm down and sleep. If only he