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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 puzzlement as if he finally realized that something wasn't right.  "If you're not my birthday present, then who the hell are you?"
    "I believe that's the exact question I asked you just a few minutes ago," Danielle informed him .
    She took a deep breath, then continued, "But seeing as you've lost your memory, I'll tell you who I am.  My name is Danielle Kapur, and I came here to meet my--"
    "I believe the name was Steven," the cad supplied with an expression of distaste as if he knew Steven.
    “I can prove you’re in the wrong house.”  Picking up the end of her bedspread as one would the train of a gown, Dani moved with as much dignity as she could muster to the side of the bed where her skirt lay crumpled on the floor.  The accusing evidence reminded her all too well that she hadn't thought twice about removing her clothing last night. He must really think the worst of her.  Flashbacks of the evening popped into her mind, especially when he'd run his hand up her skirt.  She shook her head to dispel the image and fumbled in the pocket for the slip of paper she'd stuffed in there last night.  She needed to prove that she wasn't crazy. Grasping the slip of paper, Dani shoved it at him.  "See!  That's the address he gave me."
    Adrian unfolded the crumpled paper.  Scrawled across the plain white sheet were three numbers 699.  He smiled, and it took all of his willpower not to laugh at the twist of fate that had put this poor girl in the wrong house, at the wrong time and, to his satisfaction, with the wrong man.  Turning the paper upside down he handed it back to her and said, "Are you sure it was 699 Sandy Lane?"
    Dani gaped at the numbers.  She'd been in a hurry when she'd jotted them down, and the doorbell had rung at the same time.  She could have been mistaken.  Then the stark cold realization hit her with a wallop.  She should have gone to 669 Sandy Lane.  The blood slowly left her face and she felt light-headed.  She had come to the wrong house!  What a terrible mistake.
    God, she could just die. 
    Dani was thinking about fainting when she heard him chuckle as he smugly watched her mull over her predicament.  He crossed his legs beneath the sheet which, thank the Lord, still covered his lower body, then he folded his hands behind his head.  He could have, at least, had the decency not to laugh. Yet he seemed to be enjoying himself way too much.
    Although she realized she'd probably regret it, Dani knew she had to do something to wipe that superior expression off his face.  Then the full impact of what she'd done really sank in, and her eyes grew wide.  "My God, I could get AIDS!"
    She covered her mouth with one hand, but then the bedspread started to slide, and she had to clamp her arms down again.  "How often do you do this?  Have you ever had any diseases?”
    She knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t stop herself. She peered at him sharply.  "God knows what kind of other diseases you have.  You probably do this all the time!  Don't you?"
    Her last remark hit home.  At least, she had finally wiped the smirk off his face.  Coldness clouded his dark, mysterious eyes, and Danielle sensed she'd better move, but before she could back away from the bed, he reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her back onto the bed.
    He pinned her arms above her head, his glowering face hovering just above hers.  His brown eyes were almost black as he stared down at her.
    Dani began to struggle, but he simply tightened his grip by squeezing her wrist until she stopped.
    "No, sweetheart.  I don't have to pay women," he whispered, between clenched teeth.  "They're usually more than willing to have my attention." He paused, and she could tell he was trying to regain his composure.  "And I can assure you, I have a clean bill of health.  I don't